Perhaps the greatest shame of it all is that more events in our lives are not like this. Why should leading a more mundane life take away the thrill of being chosen by others in front of many? Why can't every day events have the importance of being chosen to play on a field for the rest of your career (i.e. the next three years)?
|Not Draft Worthy|
Each time your name was not heard you would sink lower and lower into the funk of hunger and sadness. Finally you hear your name. You and your company bound up to the hostess table. You're given a menu that you hoist about proudly like a fresh jersey with your draft number on it. You're elated, and you're about to be fed.
Something as previously elaborate such as the modern proposal would be altered forever when every man would jump at the chance to propose in such a manner. Instead of getting on one knee you walk up to the podium. "For the rest of his life..." and sensible pause to build tension, "I, (your name here) would request the hand of (her name here)."
|Not the Engagement Ring|
Not all events would be given this amount of fan fare. There are some things that are just too sad or intense for the draft treatment. As you're waiting to see your broken arm, torn ACL, or turf toe (you weekend warrior you) looked at, there's slightly less desire to be fancy and important. You kind of just want to be seen and given pain killers. Speaking of which, there's at least one other place I can think of that would not need the madness of the draft.
|No One Wants Chosen for This|
|Stop Booing Everything|
The draft is tonight. I suggest business owners of America take notes and implement your plans starting Monday. I promise I'll be there for the grand re-opening.