La Dolce Vita

Drafting in Italy has brought the ‘Sweet Life’ while Birdman is stuck in fantasy poverty with the rest of the terroni. On September 2nd, X was meandering along on his vespa through the narrow Roman roads. Happy, free, liberated, a bit aroused. He was a modern-day Marcello Mastroianni while his zaftig, Sharon, frolicked nearby in the shallow depths of the Trevi Fountain. Willfully oblivious that he was in this moment a caricature of a Fellini picture, and equally ignorant that the 16th DelFL draft was hours away (had to be reminded minutes before), the 2016 Champion was living his best life. This was La Dolce Vita incarnate.

Giorgio, while not nearly as aroused or liberated as a bibulous X, still felt similar sweet vibes reach up through the sangiovese grapevine. His local team had just signed the greatest footballer ever to play in Cremona and were enjoying credulous hype of reaching the 1st Italian League. What was going on in Italy? What was creating such draft-stregoneria to transmute into two of the highest scoring DelFLers of week 1? Wasn’t the 2am draft supposed to be an alibi rather than a motive for success?

After first crying about a ‘red-eye’ draft, the Italian duo’s eyes are now as dry as a pair of lips on a skier in the Dolomites and their vision for future Brown Jacket success is as clear as the Sardinia shore. With unfounded reason, the Italian effect, which Giorgio can attest hasn’t been a thing for 15 years, has miraculously proven to be the secret sauce to a stellar start. If only Birdman was drafting in Como instead of Cicero…