*and with the 91st pick, the Myrtle Beach Buccaneers select. Leo Bloomfield!*
Yes get in! Fuck no, not on the rug, shit. These were my immediate post selection thoughts. The first part was addressing the fact that I was selected by my preferred draft and holiday destination. The second part however, addressed the fact that I spilled a rather expensive Gin & Tonic.
But fuck the Gin. I was going back to the Beach. I had played 4 while games for the Bucs already and had grown to like the guys. Myrtle Beach was also an ideal destination, as it reminded me of my childhood wanderings along Brighton Pier.
I had been scouted by all but one DSFL team. There where only 3 of us kickers, Me, Jakey Fencik and Jack Burton. Before the draft I already had a list of 3 teams where I would probably go. By the time the I was selected, there was only 1 prospect or team needing a kicker left. Me and Myrtle Beach.
I had rented a flat in MB when I played for them before the draft. I then decided to buy the bloody thing. During the off-season it would also be a nice holiday flat, as I would be spending most of my time in Maine.
Off-season training camp. The best thing ever. It's hot, it's fun and because I'm a kicker, I can train without wearing any body armour. I looked semi ridiculous when I rocked up wearing a Zimbabwe Cricket Jersey, cargo shorts and sandals. I carried my kicking cleats in my hand, alongside a pair of Tom Cruise esque sunglasses.
Because I had no kicking partner, I was left to my own devices when it came to training. The Special Teams coach - a young lad of around 30- just didn't give a shit. I ended up kicking FGs for an hour, punting for an hour and playing Cricket with our Aussie GM for an hour. The rest of the training was just me complaining about the heat and hurling abuse at our poor linebackers.
Myrtle Beach is fun.
Yes get in! Fuck no, not on the rug, shit. These were my immediate post selection thoughts. The first part was addressing the fact that I was selected by my preferred draft and holiday destination. The second part however, addressed the fact that I spilled a rather expensive Gin & Tonic.
But fuck the Gin. I was going back to the Beach. I had played 4 while games for the Bucs already and had grown to like the guys. Myrtle Beach was also an ideal destination, as it reminded me of my childhood wanderings along Brighton Pier.
I had been scouted by all but one DSFL team. There where only 3 of us kickers, Me, Jakey Fencik and Jack Burton. Before the draft I already had a list of 3 teams where I would probably go. By the time the I was selected, there was only 1 prospect or team needing a kicker left. Me and Myrtle Beach.
I had rented a flat in MB when I played for them before the draft. I then decided to buy the bloody thing. During the off-season it would also be a nice holiday flat, as I would be spending most of my time in Maine.
Off-season training camp. The best thing ever. It's hot, it's fun and because I'm a kicker, I can train without wearing any body armour. I looked semi ridiculous when I rocked up wearing a Zimbabwe Cricket Jersey, cargo shorts and sandals. I carried my kicking cleats in my hand, alongside a pair of Tom Cruise esque sunglasses.
Because I had no kicking partner, I was left to my own devices when it came to training. The Special Teams coach - a young lad of around 30- just didn't give a shit. I ended up kicking FGs for an hour, punting for an hour and playing Cricket with our Aussie GM for an hour. The rest of the training was just me complaining about the heat and hurling abuse at our poor linebackers.
Myrtle Beach is fun.