I got a twelve-pack and twelve packs? Sounds like a four-man to me!
Drinking and drafting is a dangerous thing At the end of your turn, you keep forgetting to ping Combat math keeps changing Too impatient to think So you say screw it and swing with the team
Like every single weekend my activity staple Got a half dozen friends at the kitchen table And we all gonna drink until we get unstable But we're gonna run a team draft as best we're able The beer goes (clink) as I give it a crack The cards go (fwssh) as I open the pack I don't wanna see the commons I flip straight to the back I don't wanna have to think hard I just wanna attack I'm talkin bout short term memory lapsing By my second pick I already forgot what I was passing So many pipe dreams that I'm amassing "Like this time, I'll get ALL the Relentless Rats!" HAH!
I'm talkin bout archetypes that just plain dumb Like every time I drunk draft M11 I'm talkin bout Millstone pick 1 pack 1 You know the Tome Scours will come! Or else I get real impatient when I'm gettin wasted So I draft a lot of red so that my dudes are hasted My sober teammates really got the shaft The moral of the story? Don't drink and draft
Drinking and drafting is a dangerous thing At the end of your turn, you keep forgetting to ping Combat math keeps changing Too impatient to think So you say screw it and swing with the team
All right, back to 2004
Locked ourselves in at the card shop that night With a case of Invasion, and a case of Blue Light Normally I draft IPA with ease But this time the IPA was all in Chinese With my boy Ken Krouner and my boy Rob Dettman We had one too many people so we had to be two-headin But the ill effects of a case of beer began to set in I sat out the first pack because of spins that I was gettin But my partner tagged out at the start of pack two He said I drank too much just like you You gotta get back in there and see what you can do Oh and by the way we're Green-White-Blue So I go back and crack the Planechase right? And I could barely even read English that night And this was all Chinese so I sure couldn't read it But I sure as hell know the flying hippo when I see it!
Questing Pheldagriff, that's the name Oh and by the way we didn't lose a single game But we were all both blacked out for half... The moral of the story? Don't drink and draft!
Drinking and drafting is a dangerous thing At the end of your turn, you keep forgetting to ping Combat math keeps changing Too impatient to think So you say screw it and swing with the team
While I may not drink and draft I sure draft with Heezy But if you're drinking, Imma take your money from you easy