DOS AMIGOS
“I want Feely”.
“Gordy, it’s only the 5th round, there are good backs and receivers out there”.
“Bring me Feely”.
I wrote the name Jay Feely on the index card and walked across the spongey carpet to hand our pick to the commissioner. He looked at the card and then studied my face for an uncomfortable period of time trying to read my tell and determine if this was an elaborate hoax. I shrugged my shoulders, being the first to flinch in this impromptu game of chicken, he proceeded to bite his lip, clear his throat and then bellow out "Dos Amigos select Jay Feely". It was like a record screeching...everything stopped for a moment...until the roars of laughter, so much laughter.
The location was the infamous Star Lake Tavern in Federal Way. It was a miracle that the tavern hadn’t succumbed to death by health department or fungus. But this was fantasy football and they had beer so we were excited to be there.
That excitement quickly waned as Uncle Gordo, the Supreme Amigo, had forced me to take a kicker in the fifth round. Never had I witnessed fantasy football live draft malpractice to this magnitude, and worse, I was complicit as the Padawan Amigo.
Did Dos Amigos win the league that year? As you may have guessed, no. But the memories of the laughter, jeering, random jokes and men acting like children lives in my mind to this day.
The Gal isn’t just a paint and sip studio. We’re a tavern and can be your live draft location. Give us a holler and lock in your date today, 833-SIP-DOWN.
--Mike
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