cctekguy
Staff member
I'm drafting in 2 leagues right now. Both have 12 hour timers. The timers are turned off over night so the time you can take with your pick is actually greater than 12 hrs.
It's a great way to draft when you have people from all walks, from all time zones and from all situations. Slow, slow, but it get's the job done in an ecumenical way.
My third league, the PFL, has a live draft that has a set start time where all members are required to be on-line and the timer is set at 3 minutes.
Holy Guacamole, What an experience!
I usually have 3 league mates at the house (I have 3 PC's and we can smoke indoors) and we pack into my converted 10x12 bedroom along with spouses and friends and anyone else that just wants to get drunk and have fun.
Preparation is half the battle. Dips, chips and assorted meats on a stick are placed around the cramped confines where coolers serve as desks and chairs. Besides the 3 desk top PCs, laptops are brought in and the struggle to link to my 5 port wireless router is as competitive as the draft itself.
Piles of tablets and notebooks look for a flat surface and a dry erase board is hung on the wall for tracking all the picks.
It's a scene not unlike the CBS news room on election night. Phones ringing, paper shuffling and the steady drone of murmuring malcontents.
Once the draft starts, those not directly involved in drafting are verbally abused. "I Need a Beer", "Bring Me A Brat", "What do you mean you left it in the car?!"
Long distance calls pour in like family members during a disaster from confused or disgruntled owners looking for retribution. Going to the bathroom is not an option for the commissioner as he struggles to balance politics with draft strategy.
The draft becomes more alive with every pick. You feel the shifts in tempo and every unexpected pick is met with gasps and grunts...and some unseemly comments.
Within the room, the desire to help one another is present but takes a back seat to ones own needs. We want to help, but not at the expense of our own team. One of the 3 regulars is a total noob and constantly asks "who should I pick". You can't imagine the anger/frustration when someone recommends the guy YOU were going to pick.
When all is said and done and the tote board is full, the emotional ebb is like post partum depression.
You're exhausted yet still wired...and it's late and you have to work in the morning.
And "I" have to clean up the MESS.
Oh well....I'll do it tomorrow.
Do any of you partake in a live draft? I'd love to hear your stories.
It's a great way to draft when you have people from all walks, from all time zones and from all situations. Slow, slow, but it get's the job done in an ecumenical way.
My third league, the PFL, has a live draft that has a set start time where all members are required to be on-line and the timer is set at 3 minutes.
Holy Guacamole, What an experience!
I usually have 3 league mates at the house (I have 3 PC's and we can smoke indoors) and we pack into my converted 10x12 bedroom along with spouses and friends and anyone else that just wants to get drunk and have fun.
Preparation is half the battle. Dips, chips and assorted meats on a stick are placed around the cramped confines where coolers serve as desks and chairs. Besides the 3 desk top PCs, laptops are brought in and the struggle to link to my 5 port wireless router is as competitive as the draft itself.
Piles of tablets and notebooks look for a flat surface and a dry erase board is hung on the wall for tracking all the picks.
It's a scene not unlike the CBS news room on election night. Phones ringing, paper shuffling and the steady drone of murmuring malcontents.
Once the draft starts, those not directly involved in drafting are verbally abused. "I Need a Beer", "Bring Me A Brat", "What do you mean you left it in the car?!"
Long distance calls pour in like family members during a disaster from confused or disgruntled owners looking for retribution. Going to the bathroom is not an option for the commissioner as he struggles to balance politics with draft strategy.
The draft becomes more alive with every pick. You feel the shifts in tempo and every unexpected pick is met with gasps and grunts...and some unseemly comments.
Within the room, the desire to help one another is present but takes a back seat to ones own needs. We want to help, but not at the expense of our own team. One of the 3 regulars is a total noob and constantly asks "who should I pick". You can't imagine the anger/frustration when someone recommends the guy YOU were going to pick.
When all is said and done and the tote board is full, the emotional ebb is like post partum depression.
You're exhausted yet still wired...and it's late and you have to work in the morning.
And "I" have to clean up the MESS.
Oh well....I'll do it tomorrow.
Do any of you partake in a live draft? I'd love to hear your stories.
