Fantasy Football Experience #1

Remember when I talked about how I was "allowed" to participate in this year's Fantasy Football with Drew and his buddies (isn't it weird how guys call their friends "buddies" and girls don't?). Anyways... The draft date was set, September 3rd, blah, blah, blah.

Okay fine. Go to Drew's, bring my laptop. Sit on the couch. When it is my turn, I tell him who I want to pick, he tells me who I should draft and we go from there. Painless, so I thought. Why do they get so worked up about it anyways?

Wellll. What anyone failed to mention to me when I agreed to this little game was: IT WAS A LIVE DRAFT!

Yep. As in, we alllll sit in a room together and make our picks. Out loud. So Drew couldn't really help me, and there was the very high possibility of me being completely laughed at.

The party room at a pizza restaurant in Seattle at 5:30PM. (That is right, my friends. We got to be in the reserved party room. They take this very seriously. Just as serious as our 4th grade end of season soccer party :)

So Drew makes a list of the top players of each position. I print it in pink ink. Bring my pink highlighter and my lucky pen. (I decided if I am going to be the only girl, I might as well play it up. :)

The car ride to Seattle consists of me naming off all the players on the list and Drew telling me what team they played for. He tried to convince me I needed to focus on their stats and last year's performance, but what color jersey's they wore and their mascot was good enough for me.

(sidenote: Since my parent's don't have any boys, I think my Dad decided that he would make it his personal life-mission to make sure we liked/understand/watched all sports. So, I mean, I know quite a bit about sports for a girl. It wasn't like I completely had no idea who to draft. Just like the 18th best tight end in the NFL? Ummm... No. Freakin. Clue.)

I also made sure I got a run-down of who was hurt or wouldn't be playing so I wouldn't embarrass myself too bad :)

We got there, ordered our pizza and chose cards for who got to have the coveted FIRST PICK of the 2011 Fantasy Draft.

Guess who?

Me.

Yep. :) There was definitely a collective groan from the other 9 people (all boys).

It was awesome. I know who all of the people on my team are except one (darn kicker) and I even got a Seahawk! :) Throw in an ex-convict and Drew Brees, and I am set to play :)

I thought that was pretty much the point, but now I apparently have to "set up" my team online and make sure my roster is ready to go for the Saint's first game tomorrow :)

Drew kindly offered to register me for a yahoo account and get my team "registered." How nice I thought. The real reason? So he could name my team.

I log on, and find out I am the manager of "Team Hello Kitty."

I DETEST Hello Kitty. I mean, I know there aren't really many 25 years olds that "like" Hello Kitty, but I especially don't like it. Not even when I was little, not for my future kids ;)

I made these cute football cupcakes to bring to the boys (idea courtesy of my sister and I believe through pinterest?) . Thought I'd try and calm the waves that a girl got to play in their fantasy draft. Get on their good side, ya know.

They ate the cupcakes, but they were sooo crumbly. Like you had to use a fork to eat them, or just spill crumbs EVERYWHERE.

Yup. I forgot to put eggs in the cupcakes.

So I have a fantasy football team named "Team Hello Kitty" and I made football cupcakes that I brought to TEN GUYS and forgot the eggs.

Maybe there is a reason girls should leave Fantasy Football for the boys :)

Whatever. GO TEAM HELLO KITTY and I'm sure the cupcakes were much healthier without the eggs ;)