(S8) - PT 1 - Draft Party

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Epictitus Milburn, co-GM of the Tijuana Luchadores, spent the evening of the NSFL draft in the war room of the Luchadores training facility with Brian Mills, his fellow GM. Together they planned to spend the night game planning for the upcoming DSFL draft. Times were tough and there was not extra money to go around to hire other staff members--in fact most DSFL teams dont even have as many minds working on the draft as the Luchadores did. Nevertheless, as the names and numbers in front of the continued to run together and the rum and coke began to run more freely, the flashing lights of the television caught their eyes. Milburn and Mills had missed the beginning of the NSFL draft. As they watched the Luchadores walk across the stage one by one as they once did, they were filled with pride as they reminisced about the season behind them. After each of their former players donned their new team's regalia and sauntered off the stage with a rehearsed wave they gave each a phone call of personal congratulations. Some sounded distracted by the joy of the moment while the voices of others cracked under the weight of the varied emotions welled up inside. These were the moments that made the work all worth it. Then it was all over. The GMs sobered up as they gathered what they needed to take back to the hotel for the night, eager to get to work on the season ahead of them.

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