Draft Day

Barb went to pickleball early so she would be home in time for the hockey pool draft conference call.  When she got home, she heard my alarm go off.  When I got up, she asked me what I had set my alarm for and why was I getting up so early.  I said I was getting up for the hockey pool draft.  She had forgotten about it completely.

As we were doing the draft, I was picking the players and Barb was crossing them off her sheets so that we wouldn't look stupid by not knowing who had already been drafted.  Barb had particular trouble hearing and understanding Debbie because she had such a French accent.  Afterwards she told me about her trouble with Debbie's accent and I said Debbie isn't French.  Later, we realized Debbie wasn't in the pool this year and the lady in the pool was Suzanne who was French.  Barb had been calling her Debbie throughout the whole conference call.

Before the pool, the commissioner made a joke about someon realizing too late that they had picked a whole team of Washington Capitals.  It turned out that that person was us.  I picked 6 Washington Capitals out of our 10 players.  Barb was furious.  I was picking the 10th, 11th and 12th best players on the team and later we found out that they are almost never on the ice.  All those players do is fight the power plays.  So they never score.  Barb was yelling at me all during the playoffs and I agreed we should change my program next year.