The Best 48

This weekend, my friends and I are meeting for our 17th annual fantasy baseball draft. We've come to call it "The Best 48 Hours of the Year" or "The Best 48" for short.

We drink beer and eat Oreos for breakfast. We do not ask about kids or jobs, home improvement projects or spouses. In fact, I generally arrive home after draft weekend with no new information about my good friends ... except, of course, which third baseman they drafted in the third round. We do ask about girlfriends and potential girlfriends, however; those stories are still often interesting. We've held the draft in Los Angeles and Las Vegas, Phoenix and Fargo, Minneapolis and Mandan.

It is fun, frivolous and friendship at its finest. It is The Best 48 Hours of the Year.