On draft day I was sitting on my couch with my brother, considering my family was in Missouri and I had blown all my money on super expensive cleats and gloves I didn't exactly have a lot of money to fly them out to Portland. I could only afford my younger brother, who is in college. We were eating Pizza when the trade happened, and Colorado traded down to 3 and Sabercats traded up to 2. My stomach sunk, although SJS wasn't an awful destination Colorado was where I wanted to go. Me and my brother knew the only reason that San Jose would trade as much as they did to move up would be to take a guy that the Yeti would take...But then we were dumbfounded as they selected Cordell Joshua and I was then taken by Colorado. We sat there until about the 3rd round when we finally realized what happened. Little did I know I had missed a phone call from Nick Pierno who was calling to congratulate me (whoops). I immediately got my pre-packed suitcases and me and my brother headed to the airport. He was going back to Missouri and me to Colorado. We had a short goodbye and parted ways, me and my brother were always close and didn't need to talk to understand each other. Me and Pierno talked a lot on my flight to Colorado, he was excited about the upcoming season and couldn't wait to get to work.
Four drafts have come and went since the Yellowknife Wraiths called my name in the 4th round. I was very excited and spent a lot of time trying to put my name in lights. Trying to be your own hype man can be tough when you are getting ready for the draft and I think that I might have put too much emphasis on getting noticed. I don't think I put it enough work in the gym or on the practice field to get myself where I wanted to go.
I had so much confidence in myself that I fully expected to be a first or second rounder in the draft. I had hopes that I would get to be a lottery pick but I knew that was a pipe dream but still... I had the potential to be huge. Anxiety started setting in as I watched the names flash up on the draft board and Kane was not among them. Panic set in when the entire third round flashed by and still I was waiting to hear my moniker called. Finally, the Wraiths called me up and I was relieved, this was a team I had wanted to join from day 1. I was so angry that I had been passed over so many times that I made some outlandish claims... guess the fourth round was a reach for me...
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Draft day, and the days leading up to it, were an interesting roller coaster of experiences. The first thing was of course the initial contact by many of the teams (ultimately 6 of 8) narrowing down what they thought of me and what I thought of them and whether we'd be a good fit. Then the next round of contacts, by those who'd decided I was a target for them at a specific pick, and there were two - one of these, though, really started to make things real. I'd been contacted by a team saying that I was a possibility for them in the late first round (one of five players they'd wanted at the pick, and that it would depend on who fell). Now I know what you're thinking - first round, that's exciting, right? Well for me, it was honestly not something I was particularly thrilled about. I knew I wasn't one of the eight most active guys in the draft, and while obviously things like positional scarcity and personality fit can go a long way, I really didn't want to be put in a position where I felt hounded on to "live up to" a pick I didn't think I should have had in the first place. So when the first round went by and I wasn't selected, the first feeling wasn't one of disappointment, it was one of relief. After that, it was just a matter of team. There were obviously some preferences, and as it turned out, one of those preferences ended up being the team that selected me, so I was happy.
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The S2 draft was really not a hectic time for me at all. I knew prior to the draft actually taking place that I was going #1 just based on my sheer TPE amount and the fact that Yellowknife actually traded up to the #1 pick just to secure me.
Funnily enough before they even traded, I was only ever scouted by a single team and that was the Baltimore Hawks. One kind of has to wonder what my career would've been like if I did in fact go to Baltimore, would I still even be playing CB? Would I have converted to RB for the team? Maybe even to QB to surpass the great Scrub Kyubee. Regardless of it all I did infact get drafted by current Gm's at the time Nuck and Bzerkap (who in reality was GM because Nuck lost interest in the league), the took a fairly big risk selling the house to pick me up at #1 in the S2 draft but hey, we head into S6 next Wednesday and I'm still here, so that worked out okay right? Regardless I do feel that by joining literally after S1 I did have the upper hand by default and it paved the way for my activity and enjoyment of the site, that and being crippled.
Come hell or highwater I knew I would be drafted but the big Texas sized question was...where in the heck would it be. There were 4 other good quarterbacks in the last S6 DSFL draft class and I didn’t have the darndest clue where I’d land. I spoke with San Antonio and Portland a lot during the scouting process and these guys sounded like they knew what the heck they were doing. Unfortunately, my time with Texas and the South was through so I had to turn down Mr. Roly and Mr. Run for Portland instead since I had the best discussions with him. They assured me that they would be picking me with their 10th overall and gave me their word. As a man, that’s all you got in this world...your word and your balls! It still made me sweat thinking I wouldn’t get picked by them and I saw Sam Penner and Ryan Applehort get selected before me. I wouldn’t even consider those boys apart of my peer group in a good way. Those boys got fancy bankrolls and contracts from all their media appearances and so I knew I couldn’t compete with them as a wildcard out of Texas. In the end though, @PDXBaller and @speculadora were true gentleman and selected me without hesitation. For that, I’m forever grateful! I’m here to put some South in your mouth Portland!
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Well, the recent DSFL draft was one crazy experience. I had high hopes for the draft, as did every other prospect in the room. So getting picked fourth to San Antonio was great. Honestly, I was hoping I could stay in Texas to go on with my career. I'm just a Texas guy. And the team around me? After Alvin was drafted, I knew the Marshals were going to be good. The GMs, they did such a great job building a team, but I knew they were looking for a quarterback. And when they told me I was their guy that was just awesome. Plain cool. For the draft, it was just nerves getting to me. This was my biggest moment of my career. I was with my family, and it was just fun stuff. My mom was crying when I was selected fourth to San Antonio. I got to meet a bunch of NSFL and DSFL players that I respected. Crazy stuff, man. When they called out my name and I walked up there and held that San Antonio jersey with the Applehort stitched on it, I knew it was gonna be my team. Just a great experience, man.
Draft day was only a week ago for Cordell Joshua and for a young man who has made a name by being explosive at everything he does, the furore around his selection into the NSFL did not disappoint. It was somewhat well known that Cordell was the man the San Jose Sabercats wanted to bring in with the third overall pick in the draft, seeing him as the man to shore up their defensive line and be a dynamic presence at defensive end, capable of doing some damage and shutting down a team's offensive game. The Colorado Yeti were due to pick second and it was widely known again where they were leaning, with Dwayne Aaron being the clear pick for them. Trade rumours in the hours before the draft began to swirl and it was suggested that the Philadelphia Liberty were looking to make a play and trade up two places to leapfrog the Sabercats and select Joshua with the 2nd overall pick before the Sabercats could get a shot. While Cordell sat cooly in the green room waiting to hear his fate, the Sabercats GMs sprang into action and hammered out a deal with the Yeti to move up one place in the draft. The price they paid was a high one but it ultimately gave the Sabercats their franchise player on defense, the kind of guy who can go some way to taking their franchise from a bubble team to perennial playoff contender over the next few season. Cordell had a big smile on his face as he walked out onto the stage with a Sabercats jersey in hand after being selected second overall and it's not hard to guess why. The franchise made a power play to bring him in, and after a whirlwind of excitement throughout the day, the time for Cordell to prove that he was worth all the cost and effort to his new team soon approaches.
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“With the 87th overall pick the Colorado Yeti are glad to select Safety from UCF, Vikian Marmeladov!” The crowd roars!...or well they roared in my head. Going into the Inaugural draft I had no idea if anyone was truly looking to draft me. It was definitely a surprise that I went as high as I did especially with so many good players that went after me. It was process that really took me aback and I was speechless when the Yeti GM called me to tell me I was drafted by them. Unfortunately I would repeat the process a year later as I would not be protected by the Yeti and was exposed to the Expansion draft. Though I had no real idea what kind of radar I was on for either team I had no expectation that I would be picked second overall. Yet my name was called and I had no idea what to expect. The emotions I felt this time compared to being normally drafted were on a different spectrum. With this there wasn't too much joy as one I did not want to leave Colorado at the time as I thought there was a bright future there (Woah did that not turn out how I thought it would go). And two I had no idea what to expect with a new team. But I have no regrets now that it has happened.
Draft day was a much anticipated day for Marc Spector. He was drafted in the second draft of the NSFL. After their inaugural season, the Otters fell short of the finals, losing to the Outlaws. They needed help on defense and Marc was one of several good CBs available. The newly formed Liberty also were very interested in Spector and he had been contacted by a couple other teams that might need a new CB. But Marc knew the Otters were the team he wanted to be with most. Marc was drafted in the 4th round. He was elated to be playing for a team he knew would be competitive every season. Immediately he moved to Orange County and felt at home in the training facility. Along with fellow rookie, Gregor Clegane, Spector would be one of the most common faces in the Otters Locker Room. Despite, statistically not being the most dominant CB in the league, Marc has become one of the most respected corners and is always in the back of every opposing quarterback's mind. Since being drafted, Marc has since gone on to assist the head office in helping determine which bright young talents would help the Otters remain competitive and push towards their goal of being the best team they can be in the NSFL.
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