“Um … Where is everybody?”
The Marriott hotel ballroom we had rented out to use as our draft war room was completely empty, save for four tables pushed up against the walls and a few chairs. Kevin Spuddington was there too, one of our “administrative interns.” (Really he just fetched us coffee and office supplies for free in return for “real world experience”). I knew the draft wasn’t for another hour, but I had asked all of my employees to arrive two hours before the draft. Not even Larry LeLamp, my co-GM, was here!
“I don’t know,” Kevin sheepishly responded.
“Well, we might as well get everything together.”
We pushed the tables together in the middle of the room. Kevin brought out two waterbottles for us and sat next to me at the mega-table we had just created as I read over my notes using my notepad and tablet. Fifteen minutes passed before I finally called Larry LeLamp to ask where everybody was.
“Larry, what do you mean you're at the Hilton? We’ve always done this at the Marriott!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry sir, the Marriott told us all of the rooms were booked! I thought someone told you?”
“They have our team logo hung up on the wall for us, we definitely have this room booked.”
As it turns out, Kevin had forgotten to tell us that he had booked the room already, so when LeLamp tried to book it himself the Marriott told him the rooms were all filled and he and the other scouts went to the Hilton instead.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Kevin.” I wondered if this was the first time in NSFL history that a draft war room consisted of only two people.
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The Marriott hotel ballroom we had rented out to use as our draft war room was completely empty, save for four tables pushed up against the walls and a few chairs. Kevin Spuddington was there too, one of our “administrative interns.” (Really he just fetched us coffee and office supplies for free in return for “real world experience”). I knew the draft wasn’t for another hour, but I had asked all of my employees to arrive two hours before the draft. Not even Larry LeLamp, my co-GM, was here!
“I don’t know,” Kevin sheepishly responded.
“Well, we might as well get everything together.”
We pushed the tables together in the middle of the room. Kevin brought out two waterbottles for us and sat next to me at the mega-table we had just created as I read over my notes using my notepad and tablet. Fifteen minutes passed before I finally called Larry LeLamp to ask where everybody was.
“Larry, what do you mean you're at the Hilton? We’ve always done this at the Marriott!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry sir, the Marriott told us all of the rooms were booked! I thought someone told you?”
“They have our team logo hung up on the wall for us, we definitely have this room booked.”
As it turns out, Kevin had forgotten to tell us that he had booked the room already, so when LeLamp tried to book it himself the Marriott told him the rooms were all filled and he and the other scouts went to the Hilton instead.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Kevin.” I wondered if this was the first time in NSFL history that a draft war room consisted of only two people.
(290 words)