Slippy
10-28-2007, 02:53 PM
Looking at the teams and the GM's drafting tendencies over past few seasons I've come up with a few archetypes. I'm sure there are more so jump in. Any similarities to any living person or Advanced league GM, is purely coincidental.
The Gambler:
You swing for the fences. The Cambys, the Davises, the Tinsleys of the league don't scare you off...in fact, you can't resist. You know you're getting value but its the lure of a big payday that makes you click on these guys' names. Your team looks awesome on paper but somehow, by mid season, you're limping along and hoping for a recovery so the league can once again taste the fury of your fully stacked team.
The Zookeeper
You keep a stable of your favourite pet players. You take them a little high but it makes the season that much more fun. Your draft choices make other GM's say "Bold Move" in public and lick their chops in private. However, you're just putting your money where your mouth is and you're confident that your guy is going to outperform his projections.
The BPA picker.
You end up with 5 Shooting Guards. How did that happen? You're just rolling with the draft; not reaching to fill any position. Yet somehow, the cookie crumbled in a queer direction. You need to take you team and work out a trade with the guy who drafted 5 Forwards. Your players generally don't bust but its a hell of a time managing them through the season.
The Tactician
You are loyal to no-one. A cold blooded GM with ice in his veins. All redundancies aside, your team make other GM's soil their pants and invest in Depends stock. Its injury resistant and mixes undervalued sleepers with proven starters. I know you're thinking this is where you belong but chances are you're really supposed to be somewhere else.
The Prophet
The amount of sleepers on your team would make a narcoleptic seem like an insomniac on speed. Your team will break out someday. No really. They will.
The Sith Lord
You wear a silly little helmet and you're seemingly the target of 4-5 other GM's...all have some sort of bone to pick with you. Your draft strategy is to grab a Point guard and then cry Uncle by round 5. Somehow your corrupted jedi mind powers allow you to come out ahead in the end as other GM's mysteriously fall off the radar in the final weeks of the playoffs. Anyone in particular? Nah, its just a hasty generalization.
The Gambler:
You swing for the fences. The Cambys, the Davises, the Tinsleys of the league don't scare you off...in fact, you can't resist. You know you're getting value but its the lure of a big payday that makes you click on these guys' names. Your team looks awesome on paper but somehow, by mid season, you're limping along and hoping for a recovery so the league can once again taste the fury of your fully stacked team.
The Zookeeper
You keep a stable of your favourite pet players. You take them a little high but it makes the season that much more fun. Your draft choices make other GM's say "Bold Move" in public and lick their chops in private. However, you're just putting your money where your mouth is and you're confident that your guy is going to outperform his projections.
The BPA picker.
You end up with 5 Shooting Guards. How did that happen? You're just rolling with the draft; not reaching to fill any position. Yet somehow, the cookie crumbled in a queer direction. You need to take you team and work out a trade with the guy who drafted 5 Forwards. Your players generally don't bust but its a hell of a time managing them through the season.
The Tactician
You are loyal to no-one. A cold blooded GM with ice in his veins. All redundancies aside, your team make other GM's soil their pants and invest in Depends stock. Its injury resistant and mixes undervalued sleepers with proven starters. I know you're thinking this is where you belong but chances are you're really supposed to be somewhere else.
The Prophet
The amount of sleepers on your team would make a narcoleptic seem like an insomniac on speed. Your team will break out someday. No really. They will.
The Sith Lord
You wear a silly little helmet and you're seemingly the target of 4-5 other GM's...all have some sort of bone to pick with you. Your draft strategy is to grab a Point guard and then cry Uncle by round 5. Somehow your corrupted jedi mind powers allow you to come out ahead in the end as other GM's mysteriously fall off the radar in the final weeks of the playoffs. Anyone in particular? Nah, its just a hasty generalization.