This is the story of how i Bob Roberts almost destroyed my liver. During the DSFL Draft tensions where running high between Myself and other safety in the draft (specifically Lionel Rumper, we had got into several fights in the media and on twitter.) this combined with a few mock drafts that had me going in the 2nd round led to a rash and unprompted choice to declare that i would take three shots for every single safety taken before me. At the time i thought there where only 3 Safeties who where at my level, Davriel Lavigne, Tayshawn Crunk, and of course my then rival, Lionel Rumper, and i thought only one of them was guaranteed to go ahead of me, Lavigne, who ended up going first overall. However when the draft started I was shocked to see NationalSimulation FootballLeague, going in the first. Going into the 2nd round, Crunk was the only Safety selected, which meant going into the 3rd round I had taken 9 shots and and feeling upset that I was falling. Then Rumper was picked which man me have an outburst on twitter, as I saw my biggest rival get sellected before me. I waited for the rest of the 3rd round, and then 4th round, and then the 5th, as two more safties where selected, and which i decided to lower my shot intake, since i was getting pretty dangerously drunk at this point. The 6th round came and gone and no safties where selected, not a single mock draft had me going bellow the 4th round and now I was looking into the 7ths, and a near empty bottle of Vodka. Milk Man was selected in the 7th round, and at that point I felt like I was going undrafted, then 2 picks after Milk, I was drafted by the Birddogs. Humbled and playing with my Rival Rumper, i decided to bury the hatchet and become more of a team Player
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