07-30-2021, 08:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2021, 06:58 AM by Tesla. Edited 1 time in total.)
".... thank you for your time Mr. Carimi and good luck in the DSFL draft."
I heard that phrase a ton leading up to getting drafted into the DSFL. General Managers, scouts, radio and tv interviews in Macomb etc etc.
I finished my last interview at WGEM In Quincy on the ESPN affiliate radio station that a friend of mine just got the hosting job for. He and I both figured a future ISFL athlete would be a great first intv. I agreed to make time in the schedule to come back wherever I went. so I headed back to Macomb to relax in my apartment with my girlfriend before the watch party for the draft the day after. My department and college teammate pitched in and rented out the Chubbys restaurant for a watch party at one of my favorite places to eat in Macomb. I ate with my GF and then headed over to the bar to crowd around the TV with my parents and close friends to watch myself get drafted.
Some attendees had other stuff going on and decided to roll about the second round. Which was fine, didn't think id get taken in the 1st anyway.
Then came draft time.
"With the first overall pick the Bondi Beach Buccaneers select, Ken Oath Wide Receiver."
Yeah I didn't think I was going 1OA anyway so I wasn't minding.
With the Second overall pick Norfolk selects.. Sonnie Mckicks Kicker."
What the hell, a kicker? shoot maybe I as a O lineman will go in the first round if KICKERS are going at 2nd overall. I called my agent to ask what was with that and he said he had no clue and no phone calls from GM's. I loved talking to Sonnie at prospect bowl but i mean he is just a kicker.
"With the eight overall pick the Minnesota Grey Ducks select.. DE Morpheus Czargryos."
Okay the 1st round is done. With one loud HEY the restaurant is quiet waiting. Perhaps I can go in the second round?
Pick 9 goes by and Norfolk is on the clock. I had a really good conversation with one of their gms and I thought I was going here... couple minutes go by no phone call....
"with the 10th pick in the Season 30 DSFL draft the Norfolk Seawolves select.. Offensive lineman French Fries."
So they go O line but not me, FUCK. Boooooooooo is the only noise I hear from the fateful behind me.
"with the 16th pick, the final in the second round. The Minnesota Gray Ducks select Nick Kapercolin Jr RB."
Well so much for the second round I called my agent rather upset because He told me I was going in round 2. But he said if not 2 it was 3 I wouldn't have to wait long to get drafted.
Cal Stevenson off the board at 24. 3rd round done and no me, I call my agent again growing more and more upset. I know I wasn't gonna be something crazy like a 1st because I'm not a skill position player but damn teams start and stop in the trenches so I thought id have a chance.
30th pick gone. 4 rounds done and I'm not taken, some folks turned in for the night and had to leave like my elder aunt and uncle. I was starting to wonder if I was gonna get drafted at all.
I fired my agent
"with the 32nd pick the Tijuana Luchadors select. OL Zoltan."
Oh seriously??!?!?! another damn lineman gone without it being me. I was incredibly angry at this point and almost left my own watch party. But my dad cooled me off and told me I shouldn't leave with all these people here for me and I should just see where I go.
"With the 36th pick in the S30 DSFL draft the Portland Pythons select Michael Carimi OL Western Illinois University."
FINALLY. Jesus christ how was I picked 36th. I reached over and gave my mom and dad a hug and my incredibly supportive soulmate got a loving kiss and the crowd cheered. I went around and thanked everyone for coming. 10 minutes later I got a call finally.
Portland: Michael?
Me: Yes?
Portland: Oh good! We had to call around for your number, I thought you had an agent we could call to get it from. He didn't pick up.
Me: I fired his ass, I was his only client. He was probably upset.
Portland: Oooookay well anyway welcome to Portland! we are very happy to have you and were happy you were available at 36.
Me: Glad to be in Portland lets get something done this year.
Portland: Thats the plan, I'll have someone call you about your contract soon
*click*
well I'm headed for Portland I suppose. Gotta move across the country.
The next day I packed up and headed for my hometown of Kankakee to pack the rest of my things i wanted to take with me to Portland and left a couple of days later.
I signed my contract and reported to mini camp and met all my teammates. We have a good group in Portland and am rather happy with where i wound up. 35 is hung up in my locker on a sticky note as a reminder. 35 in front of me. That and family is my motivation to work hard everyday and get better and become a great offensive lineman here in the DSFL/ISFL. I'll be damned if I'm taken that low come the ISFL draft in a full seasons time.
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I heard that phrase a ton leading up to getting drafted into the DSFL. General Managers, scouts, radio and tv interviews in Macomb etc etc.
I finished my last interview at WGEM In Quincy on the ESPN affiliate radio station that a friend of mine just got the hosting job for. He and I both figured a future ISFL athlete would be a great first intv. I agreed to make time in the schedule to come back wherever I went. so I headed back to Macomb to relax in my apartment with my girlfriend before the watch party for the draft the day after. My department and college teammate pitched in and rented out the Chubbys restaurant for a watch party at one of my favorite places to eat in Macomb. I ate with my GF and then headed over to the bar to crowd around the TV with my parents and close friends to watch myself get drafted.
Some attendees had other stuff going on and decided to roll about the second round. Which was fine, didn't think id get taken in the 1st anyway.
Then came draft time.
"With the first overall pick the Bondi Beach Buccaneers select, Ken Oath Wide Receiver."
Yeah I didn't think I was going 1OA anyway so I wasn't minding.
With the Second overall pick Norfolk selects.. Sonnie Mckicks Kicker."
What the hell, a kicker? shoot maybe I as a O lineman will go in the first round if KICKERS are going at 2nd overall. I called my agent to ask what was with that and he said he had no clue and no phone calls from GM's. I loved talking to Sonnie at prospect bowl but i mean he is just a kicker.
"With the eight overall pick the Minnesota Grey Ducks select.. DE Morpheus Czargryos."
Okay the 1st round is done. With one loud HEY the restaurant is quiet waiting. Perhaps I can go in the second round?
Pick 9 goes by and Norfolk is on the clock. I had a really good conversation with one of their gms and I thought I was going here... couple minutes go by no phone call....
"with the 10th pick in the Season 30 DSFL draft the Norfolk Seawolves select.. Offensive lineman French Fries."
So they go O line but not me, FUCK. Boooooooooo is the only noise I hear from the fateful behind me.
"with the 16th pick, the final in the second round. The Minnesota Gray Ducks select Nick Kapercolin Jr RB."
Well so much for the second round I called my agent rather upset because He told me I was going in round 2. But he said if not 2 it was 3 I wouldn't have to wait long to get drafted.
Cal Stevenson off the board at 24. 3rd round done and no me, I call my agent again growing more and more upset. I know I wasn't gonna be something crazy like a 1st because I'm not a skill position player but damn teams start and stop in the trenches so I thought id have a chance.
30th pick gone. 4 rounds done and I'm not taken, some folks turned in for the night and had to leave like my elder aunt and uncle. I was starting to wonder if I was gonna get drafted at all.
I fired my agent
"with the 32nd pick the Tijuana Luchadors select. OL Zoltan."
Oh seriously??!?!?! another damn lineman gone without it being me. I was incredibly angry at this point and almost left my own watch party. But my dad cooled me off and told me I shouldn't leave with all these people here for me and I should just see where I go.
"With the 36th pick in the S30 DSFL draft the Portland Pythons select Michael Carimi OL Western Illinois University."
FINALLY. Jesus christ how was I picked 36th. I reached over and gave my mom and dad a hug and my incredibly supportive soulmate got a loving kiss and the crowd cheered. I went around and thanked everyone for coming. 10 minutes later I got a call finally.
Portland: Michael?
Me: Yes?
Portland: Oh good! We had to call around for your number, I thought you had an agent we could call to get it from. He didn't pick up.
Me: I fired his ass, I was his only client. He was probably upset.
Portland: Oooookay well anyway welcome to Portland! we are very happy to have you and were happy you were available at 36.
Me: Glad to be in Portland lets get something done this year.
Portland: Thats the plan, I'll have someone call you about your contract soon
*click*
well I'm headed for Portland I suppose. Gotta move across the country.
The next day I packed up and headed for my hometown of Kankakee to pack the rest of my things i wanted to take with me to Portland and left a couple of days later.
I signed my contract and reported to mini camp and met all my teammates. We have a good group in Portland and am rather happy with where i wound up. 35 is hung up in my locker on a sticky note as a reminder. 35 in front of me. That and family is my motivation to work hard everyday and get better and become a great offensive lineman here in the DSFL/ISFL. I'll be damned if I'm taken that low come the ISFL draft in a full seasons time.
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