
As promised, I told all of you I would blog about my trip to Vegas for the
FFOC Championship. Here goes....and it's a pretty long story...
It basically started like this....
Saturday Dec. 20 around 8:00 am - Get a call from work and refuse to answer the call....as usual. Fall back asleep until I get the voicemail alert. 8:03 am - voicemail message alert.
8:05 am - another call from work. I ignore it.
8:10 am - curious to hear the message. Call my voicemail. Message basically says....no work this weekend = I can now go to the FFOC Championship in Vegas.
12:30 pm - Not sure of the time here because my bf usually gets up around 1:30 or even 2 sometimes in the afternoon but I distinctly remember him getting up "early" today. I remember him doing his thing on his laptop and throw the bomb on him.
Me: Working tomorrow?
BF: Uh, yeah.
Me: What time?
BF: 5:00?
Me: Wanna go to Vegas, instead?
BF: ??????
You see, it doesn't take long for me to convince my bf to go. Initially, he said no. Or maybe it was "I can't". He wants to go. We can never say no to Vegas. I would have gone regardless of his decision, just would be fun if we went together. I have done Vegas trips by myself before. It's cool. It's fun. But better if you have a friend or a bf in this case. In short, he had a long battle in his head whether or not it was a good idea to go. He fought and fought hard. The side that wanted to go to Vegas ended up winning.
We decided on a late night drive to Vegas to get there early so we could bet on the games and get a seat at the sportsbook at Bellagio because usually those places get pretty packed. We left at 4:30am and got to Vegas around 8am. We were a little worried we wouldn't be able to check in at Planet Hollywood (stayed here again because it was dirt cheap and across the street from Bellagio) so early when we got there, but we got lucky and had enough time to change and head over to the sportsbook.
I make my stupid parlay bets in time. I call them stupid because I, of course, end up losing all of them. We find a seat and I immediately look for "FFOC" peeps.
None. I'm not exactly sure what I am looking for, but I don't see a hint of 15 guys in a group together or even Stan. I have never met Stan, but I have seen his itty-bitty pic on the FFOC website. So then I'm looking for a guy with crazy hair and blondish streaks who I am hoping has an FFOC shirt on or something. None. Until I finally get my drink and think I spot Stan talking to a couple of guys somewhat across from me. I think I spot an FFOC shirt but he quickly runs off to some land I cannot find. I repeatedly get up to still look for these people. As you know, I'm not technically invited to this championship shindig and I didn't exactly give an RSVP to the event either. I am a blogger for the FFOC, not a winner. Plus, I don't think anyone else decided on making the trip to Vegas. Did anyone? Because I didn't see anyone else there but me. Kinda sweet if you ask me!!
When Pittsburgh ended up losing to Tennessee, my bf huffed and puffed and decided he was going to take a nap....i.e. piss and moan to himself about the game. Don't get me wrong. I'm mad too. I'm a Steelers fan. But I'm really a better fantasy football fan!! I stay to watch all the other games by myself and esp. wanna see if I win any of my bets. Actually, I don't blame him for going back to the room. We never really did get any sleep. We're working on being up for 24hrs!
So, it figures, when the bf leaves, guess who I run into at the bar I'm still drinking at? Yep, Mr. Stan the FFOC Man, himself! It turns out, the FFOC got a private room for themselves to watch the games and all 15 of the guys showed up. This is why I could not find an FFOC soul anywhere at the Bellagio. They had their own secret hiding place. Lucky. But Stan did take me in and let me be apart of the FFOC gang. I saw them all. All with their laptops and notes each sitting on some nice couches watching the game on a big screen. Did I say game? Yes, there was a downfall to it all. Even though they had this private room and can get free drinks and all, they couldn't watch all the football games.
This is where it gets kinda hazy. I'm an idiot when it come to Vegas. I don't like to eat when I'm there. It's like I forget or I don't have time. I don't have an appetite. Only a liquid appetite. A big one!! I fail to mention that I think I already had 4 or 5 strong Jack and diets by the time I saw Stan (the bartender really hooked up those drinks!). Then, I had a few more when I was in that room.
This is what I planned on happening at the FFOC event...
Meet all 15 players.
Take notes for blogging later.
Find guy from Atlanta who nearly missed his flight to Vegas because of some lost reservation.
Meet Cocktails and Dreams guy.
Find out if any of these guys know there is an Owner's blog link on the FFOC and if they have ever read my stuff.
Network, if any.
Talk to Stan more.
This is what actually happened...
I did see all 15 players. I didn't meet all of them.
I did find that guy from Atlanta, I asked which one he was, he raised his hand, but I never got a chance to speak with him.
I did meet Mr. C&D. I did talk to him, even took some notes. But the notes were a little jumbled. Scribbled on my sheet from the sportsbook with the spreads. The notes say something like this....23 - C&D - Omaha, NB - Pro-Gambler....and that's it. I'm sorry dude. You are a very sweet guy and it was a real pleasure speaking with you. I just hope I wasn't being a belligerent fool in front of you. I'm pretty sure I wasn't because I can hide that stuff pretty well....to an extent.
I also met Touched by an Angel, who if you read on the forums, was desperately trying to change his name to something else. Hasen-something? Or was it peepdot something? Sorry again. These are my notes on this guy. First, did I get your name? I remember laughing a lot with this dude. I think he was the one with a wife who he didn't bring because she doesn't care about football or sports but cares deeply about her man winning the Million. Notes say this....Austin, TX - peepdot ( I remember him explaining the website and how I went to it before I arrived in Vegas) - Hasenpfeffer (although I don't remember what it meant - US Air - home - bringing home $$ - Ted Ginn, Andre Johnson started. That's all I have. Not sure what it all means, but I'm sure he knows if you put it all together. Sorry again. You were sweet too.
By the way, I think I told these guys ahead of time I wasn't media or anything and I wasn't really interviewing them. I was afraid they might think I was someone really important and I kinda felt like an idiot since I'm a nobody. This is where I mention that I am an FFOC blogger. Both of these guys told me they read my blog. I am flattered. Very. Thanks.
I hate to say it....but that is pretty much it.
Stan was great. Very sweet and I was happy he let me be a part of the FFOC stuff on Sunday. Stan and I talked about the FFOC and how I thought he had a great turnout for the first year. He introduced me to a few people here and there and wish I had more time to chat with all of them more in depth, but didn't have the chance. Then, I dropped the bomb and said I was leaving around noon on Monday....the day of the main event. Bummer. Seriously. I didn't get to meet Mr. Jerry Rice I didn't even get to see who won. I mean, I saw the clip of the guy that did win later in the week, but I missed the whole thing. I had to get back home and the bf had to get back to work.
It was an amazing year of Fantasy Football. Although, I didn't win...or even come close in the end, I will say that I will definitely join again next year. Thanks everyone for a great football season and thank you to all who even bothered to read my blog.
Dustin and Scott....my fellow FFOC bloggers, you two had amazing blogs yourselves. Also, thanks for keeping in touch and for the feedback. See you next season....
Thank you Stan for giving me the opportunity to vent about football.
Good luck to all of you who still are rooting for the teams left in the playoffs!
Check out the video clip here....
http://www.reviewjournal.com/media/video/fantasy_football_winner_122208.swf
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