Guten Tag, drones.

This week we begin the short slog to the long weekend that begins Friday, (earlier if you, unlike me, didn’t blow two weeks of vacation last month) (I’ll still be pretty hard to find Thursday), and if you make it work, extends through Monday as well.

This week we work off that perfect coming together of dates by drafting…a perfect day from your sportsball following.

Here the rules:

A.  It must involve a sport.

2.  It does not have to be one of the 4 major sports, but it does have to be a sport everyone recognizes.  Yesterday I was advised that ESPN was showing professional pillow-fighting, (with dudes!), and no.  Just no.

LXVII.  It has to be an event that the average person could also be aware of.  It’s nice that your Dad took you to your first baseball game, (before going out for cigarettes for 31 years and counting), but for drafting purposes it, much like your Canadien (Wisconsin for our Canuckistani friends), girlfriend, doesn’t actually count.

A2 x B2 = C2.  You do not have to have seen the events of this perfect day, nor even to have been alive when it occurred, only be aware of it and have it meet the three criteria above.

With that, I will take January 5, 1920, when the fahckin’ Bahstahn Red Sawx sold Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees, thereby starting off a chain of events that led to a 7-year-old Horatio Cornflower jumping on the Yankees bandwagon, ultimately seeing them win 7 World Series over the course of his, (still running, mind you), lifetime, even if it seems increasingly unlikely that he’ll ever see another one, because Hal Steinbrenner is running the team to support three families rather than win championships, and because Aaron Boone is really, really, really bad at managing a baseball team.

I know, I know

Enjoy it.  Let me know when any of your teams win 7 championships in your lifetime.

Also, don’t expect a lot of Hartford Whalers dates here.  Now, when we do a “Dark Days In Sports” draft, I’d wager that will change.

The rest of you are on the clock.