7.
So far, so great. This league first sparked my interest after seeing a reddit post about, and since joining, I have had nothing but fun (except for when I lost in the Ultimini). I like to do weird stuff on the computer but I've never done anything remotely similar to a simulation football league. Fantasy football is one thing, but this, this is whole other level. Everyone I talk to about this league is super interested in it, I think the only thing holding this league back is exposure. The first thing that got my attention was the create-a-player tool, which is super in depth and awesome. I love the archetypes and how no positions are forgotten about, except for long snapper but who cares. Discord was next which is probably the most important part of the league, I can't imagine the league with it. Getting to know some of my teammates has been really cool, the team discords are definitely one of the highlights of the league. The discord channels are where the celebration (or mourning) takes place, and teams with a bad discord are teams that I don't want to be a part of. The scouting process is also one of favorite parts of being prospect in the ISLF. It feels so cool for teams to be scouting you, the attention makes you feel like a special talent, especially as more and more teams scout you. At first, having to navigate through the website was kind of tricky, and writing all this specially formatted forum posts was super tricky, but once you get the hold of things, it becomes much, much easier. I'm hoping to pick drafted in the first round, but who isn't? I feel like I have to share this experience so I'm trying to recruit some of my relatives because THIS IS AWESOME.
10.
When Fred Edison was younger, he was elite. Not saying he isn't elite now, but when he 10 he was head and shoulders and knees above everyone else, literally. In grade school, Edison measured approximately 6 feet, and 2 inches tall and weighed almost 200 pounds. His father worked at a school for the blind and although he was able to see, Fred Edison was enrolled in the school. Due the student's lack of sight, Fred was often the last one picked when the kids were picking teams, this, however, would be their undoing. In Kickball, Fred averaged 26 home runs per inning, although nobody could see, if they could, they would've been super impressed. Fred Edison should've been hailed as a hero, instead, his greatness went unseen. This ignited a passion inside of Fred, a burning passion to dominate his opponents, this would ultimately lead to what has since been known as "the incident."
It was June 12th, the last day of school, only 4 hours remained until the final bell rang. During the weekends, Fred had been refining his upper body strength to become the best at kickball pitching, nobody would be scoring on him anymore, today was the day he showed everyone how powerful he had become. The lunch bell rang and everyone walked with a cane to the cafeteria, they were serving sloppy joes today. Fred didn't enjoy sloppy joes, his hatred of them fueled his anger, and when lunch was over, recess began. It was now 2 hours until the final bell, although some of the blind students wouldn't live to hear it. As the students got into kickball teams, Fred was selected as pitcher because he was the only one that could see where he was throwing. At bat was Greg Haffentool, a lowly runt of the 5th grade, a year older than Fred.
"We want a pitcher, not a belly-itcher!" Greg Haffentool taunted, unknowingly uttering his last words.
Fred Edison then unleashed the mightiest of kickball pitches ever not-seen. The pitch was a bit high, on purpose, however. The sheer speed of the ball was so immensely fast, that upon colliding with the lower torso of Greg, it simply kept going, leaving a kickball-shaped hole where his abdomen had been a millisecond ago.
"Strike!" Called the catcher, who, along with everyone else, did not see what had transpired.
Edison took advantage of this and continued to play as if nothing had happened, recess went on as normal and nobody noticed anything, soon following, he got on a bus and went home and eventually went on to declare for the DSFL draft. They say the remains of Greg Haffentool are still there to this day, just waiting, for someone to actually see them.
So far, so great. This league first sparked my interest after seeing a reddit post about, and since joining, I have had nothing but fun (except for when I lost in the Ultimini). I like to do weird stuff on the computer but I've never done anything remotely similar to a simulation football league. Fantasy football is one thing, but this, this is whole other level. Everyone I talk to about this league is super interested in it, I think the only thing holding this league back is exposure. The first thing that got my attention was the create-a-player tool, which is super in depth and awesome. I love the archetypes and how no positions are forgotten about, except for long snapper but who cares. Discord was next which is probably the most important part of the league, I can't imagine the league with it. Getting to know some of my teammates has been really cool, the team discords are definitely one of the highlights of the league. The discord channels are where the celebration (or mourning) takes place, and teams with a bad discord are teams that I don't want to be a part of. The scouting process is also one of favorite parts of being prospect in the ISLF. It feels so cool for teams to be scouting you, the attention makes you feel like a special talent, especially as more and more teams scout you. At first, having to navigate through the website was kind of tricky, and writing all this specially formatted forum posts was super tricky, but once you get the hold of things, it becomes much, much easier. I'm hoping to pick drafted in the first round, but who isn't? I feel like I have to share this experience so I'm trying to recruit some of my relatives because THIS IS AWESOME.
10.
When Fred Edison was younger, he was elite. Not saying he isn't elite now, but when he 10 he was head and shoulders and knees above everyone else, literally. In grade school, Edison measured approximately 6 feet, and 2 inches tall and weighed almost 200 pounds. His father worked at a school for the blind and although he was able to see, Fred Edison was enrolled in the school. Due the student's lack of sight, Fred was often the last one picked when the kids were picking teams, this, however, would be their undoing. In Kickball, Fred averaged 26 home runs per inning, although nobody could see, if they could, they would've been super impressed. Fred Edison should've been hailed as a hero, instead, his greatness went unseen. This ignited a passion inside of Fred, a burning passion to dominate his opponents, this would ultimately lead to what has since been known as "the incident."
It was June 12th, the last day of school, only 4 hours remained until the final bell rang. During the weekends, Fred had been refining his upper body strength to become the best at kickball pitching, nobody would be scoring on him anymore, today was the day he showed everyone how powerful he had become. The lunch bell rang and everyone walked with a cane to the cafeteria, they were serving sloppy joes today. Fred didn't enjoy sloppy joes, his hatred of them fueled his anger, and when lunch was over, recess began. It was now 2 hours until the final bell, although some of the blind students wouldn't live to hear it. As the students got into kickball teams, Fred was selected as pitcher because he was the only one that could see where he was throwing. At bat was Greg Haffentool, a lowly runt of the 5th grade, a year older than Fred.
"We want a pitcher, not a belly-itcher!" Greg Haffentool taunted, unknowingly uttering his last words.
Fred Edison then unleashed the mightiest of kickball pitches ever not-seen. The pitch was a bit high, on purpose, however. The sheer speed of the ball was so immensely fast, that upon colliding with the lower torso of Greg, it simply kept going, leaving a kickball-shaped hole where his abdomen had been a millisecond ago.
"Strike!" Called the catcher, who, along with everyone else, did not see what had transpired.
Edison took advantage of this and continued to play as if nothing had happened, recess went on as normal and nobody noticed anything, soon following, he got on a bus and went home and eventually went on to declare for the DSFL draft. They say the remains of Greg Haffentool are still there to this day, just waiting, for someone to actually see them.