Ding!Dong! the doorbell rang as Scott approached the front door. He was tired and exhausted as it was the third house he visited for fantasy drafts. The door opened with a creaking noise when he saw a tall, bald man standing in front of him. He was welcoming Scott into the house where he saw a couple of other men sitting on reclining sofas with piles of papers and computers in front of them.
“You have the 2nd pick,” the man he saw at the door told him. The draft went well for him, he was able to secure all his targeted players and sleeper picks, earning him the best draft reward for the third straight time today. Scott said all his good-byes and farewells as he opened the door of his car.
After an exhausting day of drafting, Scott came home very weary and dropped onto the reclined couch. His outstretched hand reached for the remote laying on the couch next to him. The T.V. turned on with the basketball game streaming when suddenly a commercial he never saw before appeared in front of him. Big black lettering spelling Draft Kings was printed on the top of the page, but Scott’s glowing eyes were staring at the words instant millionare in the middle of the page. Taking out his computer very quickly, he went to the webpage of the fantasy website. He quickly enrolled without telling anybody and at the corner of his eye, he saw a million dollar league with only a couple of people in it. He clicked on the link which took him to a page where he had to place how much money he wanted to win each week for an entire month. 100,000 the final price was when Scott frantically pressed the apply button truly hoping that they would accept him into the league. The final page was there ahead of him with all the rules of the league and the final acceptance of his bidding price. Scott, with no thought about what he was risking, quickly pressed the continue button. Playing in all his other leagues allowed him to earn enough money to pay for this league, but if he didn’t win one month he would lose all his money. He came to the home page of the league where the draft details were in front of his excited eyes. September 29 at 1:00 was the draft timing for October’s fantasy month.
It was the cold, rainy morning of September 29 when suddenly the power went off. Scott was still sleeping in bed at 11:45 as he had no thought of what today was. His girlfriend Bailey opened the door trying to wake him up to tell him to do his morning jog. Scott woke up,  very tired and opened his computer. He saw lots of notifications saying that there was a draft at 1:00. It took him some time to realize about his big time fantasy draft that was happening today. He was mad at himself for not researching about good players he wanted to target for this month. Wondering why his alarm didn’t wake him up he ran over to it to see that it was blank. He called to his girlfriend Bailey who had no job and earned no money and was a housewife..     
“Bailey, why is the alarm not on?” Scott questioned in a booming voice.
“The power is off, Scott,” replied Bailey.
“What time is it?” asked Scott.
“Its about 12:00,” Bailey responded, “but why does it matter?”
Scott knew that he couldn’t tell her about the draft that was going to happen in an HOUR!
“I wanted to see if I could go to the gym,” Scott said in an frantic voice as he quickly put on his clothes.
This draft was going to determine his future, and now he only had 45 minutes to prepare and drive in the rain to Wingstop where the draft would be held. Rapidly taking out his computer, he opened the page he used for the other drafts, even though he planned to do more research, and printed it out. Because he told Bailey that he was going to the gym, he had to take a gym bag which actually had his printed out papers and draft certificate inside of it. Wingstop was easier to find in the rain than what Scott had expected.
The door opened with Scott running into Wingstop. He saw some of the people he saw on the home page of the website sitting with computers in front of them.
“Is this the correct draft?” Scott asked the people showing them his draft certificate.
“You are just in time,” exclaimed one person, who Scott expected to be the commisioner of the league.
The time was 12:55, when Scott noticed how close he was for missing the biggest draft of his life. He reached into his bag and pulled out all his papers and computer.
At the end of his draft he was only able to target some of the players he wanted, but he wasn’t mad at himself because he knew the skill level of all the drafters. After he arrived at home he did all his chores and plopped down on the couch.
The three week mark of the league approached with Scott sitting in 4th place. The problem was that if he wasn’t in the top 3 after week 4 he would lose all his money. It was a brand new week of football when Scott woke up ready and excited to win money. He wore his favorite jersey and sat down on the couch to watch football. Scott was pretty confident he would earn money because his opponent was last in the league.
90-85 was the score when suddenly Scott saw his best scorer sitting on a stretcher getting carted off the field. His excitement soon turned to tears as he knew he wouldn’t score enough points with his other players to win the game.
90-97 was the final score of the matchup with Scott moving all the way down to 7th place. The computer sent an alert for him to pay the $100,000 he bidded on winning the league. Very worried about what his family would say, he wrote a check, and sent it to the league comissioner. The money he sent was all the money he had, and now he didn’t even have a single penny to play with.
“Bailey, this is urgent news, I lost all my money playing in a fantasy league.”
“Why would you play in such a risky league?” Bailey shouted at him.
“But why am I the only one that earns money, why don’t you earn money?” Scott asked her in a loud voice.
After a very loud argument between them both, they just split up into two different rooms. Scott called his parents and asked if he could borrow some money to earn all the money he had wasted back. In the meantime Bailey called her parents and told them the situation. They told her to get a job to earn some of her own money.
The $25,000 dollar check was written to Scott from his parents as he also earned some money back from his other leagues. He was playing in several low risk money leagues, and started to earn all his money back again. Bailey earned a job as a receptionist at the community center. She was able to earn a decent amount of money, atleast enough to pay for her own expenses..
Scott’s phone rang as he saw his friend Michael’s familiar phone number on the screen.
“Can you come to the dance?” Michael asked him.
“Can we go in the Mazerati?”  Scott asked Michael.
The Mazerati arrived at the dance with a couple hundreds of people.
“Can we leave now?” Scott quickly asked his friends looking very nervous.
“We just came though,” one of Scott’s friends replied looking in the direction Scott was looking..
Scott’s lifted up arm was pointing at Bailey, who he spotted out of the corner of his eye.
“Why don’t you just go apologize to her?” Scott’s friends convinced him.
It took some convincing from his friends for him to go over to her and apologize.
“Hi Bailey, I am sorry about playing in the risky fantasy league, but I earned money back,” Scott apologized. To Scott, it seemed easier than what he had thought about when his friends were convincing him.
“Its okay, but I am sorry for shouting at you, and I have also have money now,” Bailey replied.
“Do you have anyone with you?” Scott asked Bailey.
“Do you have anyone with you?” Bailey asked Scott again.
Scott and Bailey held hands and proudly walked to the entrance of the dance.