There is no agenda. There are no minutes. There is a group chat that has been going since 2015, a commissioner nobody elected, and one night a year when all eleven of you sit in the same room and pretend this is a serious institution. This hoodie takes that position entirely seriously. DRAFT NIGHT, in small departmental capitals, laurel sprigs on either side. ANNUAL MEETING, full width, in a heavy condensed block serif. A single hairline rule. And then, without a word of explanation: OF THE SAME ELEVEN IDIOTS. It is typeset like a genuine club notice in two flat inks. No cartoon football. No punchline face. The formality does all the work, and every person at that table gets it in about two seconds.
Soft and cozy with a hood for draft night in the garage.
The line says idiots, not guys, because the league has a woman in it who is currently beating you.
Attendance is mandatory.
