Honestly, my most recent draft experience is as painful as it can possibly get. I was part of the most recent expansion class, that of season 25. As a recreate, and a proven max earner and a veteran voice in the locker room, I was expecting to go in the first or the second round. I mean, with fourteen teams per round, not falling below pick 28 is not something to not expect, considering my status. I get it, I have made enemies, I have rubbed people wrong, but for crying out loud, 69? Round FIVE? Are we serious? I really refuse to understand the thought process of some general managers. The position I had created as, a tight end, was not something most teams needed, but passing on a proven veteran multiple times is not something one would do. But anyway, I went to one of the teams I was expecting to go, one of the two expansion teams, the Fire Salamanders of Berlin, despite the "bad blood" between the one half of the GM duo, Dewalt, and I. In the end, it worked. I was pissed for falling so low, but it worked both for the team and me. I am now part of the war room, and on the field, my player is doing their part in the offensive side of the ball, especially after last season's switch to wide receiver, leading the league in touchdowns in 4 games, despite only having 21 receptions and 219 yards.
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