One year around 1999, it was late in the draft and my friend, Dave, hadn’t picked a back-up center yet. Now let’s note that Dave had already wasted a few of his top picks on players that were supposedly out for the season and he was already taking a beating from us for his lack of foresight.

So he’s looking through the numerous draft books and magazines when he thinks he has found the steal of the draft. When it gets to be his choice, he gets up from the table and infamously yells in celebration, “Bison Dele!!!”

As Dave triumphantly celebrates what he thinks is an obvious lack of foresight by the rest of us, the rest of us try to stiffle back laughter as he dances around the table. Dave notices this and with a look of confusion, asks “What?”

Jason, the commissioner of the league, starts to feign looking through one of those fantasy draft magazines and deadpans reading out Bison’s mock draft profile:

Bison Dele, Detroit Pistons
6’9″ Center
Strengths: Above Average Scoring, Strong Rebounding and Defense
Weaknesses: Went crazy and moved to Africa to live with the water buffalo

Dave promptly quits the league and Bison Dele is murdered by his brother two years later.