On a Roto Draft Traditions

So I've been playing rotisserie, or fantasy baseball since I was about 9 or 10 years old. I honestly don't remember the exact year but I know it's been a while. This past weekend we had our draft at 9am Saturday morning and I woke up around 6:45 to have breakfast and get my mind set. But this is about the story of tradition.

In all honesty, this post could be on tradition, on baseball, on jobs, on a lot of things because draft day reminds me of them all. It's a tradition since I first joined the league as a true youngster, not even teenager, that the night before every draft I go to Applebees for dinner, then the morning of the draft I go to Dennys for breakfast around 7:30 before drafting at 9. No matter what, that's my plan. One year, I woke up around 8, didn't have time to eat, or anyone to eat with, but I still went to Dennys. I walked in, took a sniff of all the breakfast food, seconds later, walked out. I'm weird thinking, and draft day truly brings out my "inner nerd" but I stick to tradition. It's not the food I eat before the draft, it's not the fact that I love Dennys, it's that ever since I can remember I've gone to Dennys on draft day, and I don't plan on ending tradition any time soon.

Another tradition for baseball season, I always get my fantasy baseball magazine on Valentines Day from my dad. That tradition, originally, had some more reason to it. In grade school and high school when I played, I generally had nothing better to do so I started studying for the draft a month and a half ahead of time right around Valentines day. I'd make my rankings, my projections, etc. So, that's why I'd get the magazine. This year however, I didn't start studying until the week before. I still got the magazine on V-Day but never really touched it until a month later. Next year, I'll get the magazine on V-Day again, hopefully. I like tradition, what can I say.