(S8) - PT 1 - Draft Party

[Bwestfield]

My draft party was off the hook. I had friends and family from all around the country fly in and watch the draft with me as I waited for my name to be called. I waited anxiously and impatiently like a small child. All roads in my life lead to this point. The time between each pick seemed like an eternity. Still I was glued to the television waiting excitedly. Picks came and gone with names that were not my own shouted into the microphone welcoming them to a team that was beginning. Some friends and family shuffled out the door as the time became late and people were becoming tired. The phrases like “don’t worry” and “stay in there” kept hitting me from all sides. I stayed glued to the television as the last of my friends and family left and I sat alone in the darkness as my wife and newborn son slept. Discouraged I picked up the remote to finally put myself down and out of my misery when my phone began to vibrate and it was the GM of the Orange County Otters. From then on it was an uphill battle but I had a chip on my shoulder and I was ready to prove it was all worth it.