Yesterday, my husband enjoyed one of his favorite days of the year (if not his life). Fantasy Football Draft Day. This is now year three of the tradition that began as a simple evening of 12 guys, beer, pizza, and selecting NFL players to pretend football teams. The simple evening has now exploded into a 15 hour festival beginning with a round of morning golf. From there, the gentlemen retire to our house to indulge in the aforementioned activities--pizza, beer, and the hopes that their NFL player selections will earn them a place in the "superbowl" as well as a portion of the pot all 12 players pay in to. But no, it doesn't end there...what night would be complete without a game of poker? Sitting on the patio under the party lights, gambling, and laughing very, very loudly...Wes's little glimpse of heaven. In past years, Wes has drifted into depression upon completion of draft day. Sure, the league is fun (not to mention consuming as he spends several hours each week glued to the internet watching his point total, debating trades, etc.), but draft day is really the best part. This year, the boys decided to keep the celebration going all season long and joined a recreational softball league. We'll have to see if they play ball as well as they coach in the NFL :)
The Results...

The "Coaches" (Dana is the one woman brave enough to jump into the mix)

Brad joined the fun from Cali live via webcam!

Topping off the evening with poker.