The smoke clears on this devastatingly hungover post-Draft Day episode of Out of Our League.

Executive Commissioner Figs takes Draft Day Daddy to task for his abysmal performance as Ref, while he whimpers and makes excuses for his incompetence. Elayne and Greta also lend their voices to the chorus of LOCAS whose "Draft Day survey" results reveal profound displeasure with the Ref's failure to control all twelve wilfully intoxicated League members.

With actual footage at their disposal, the LOCAS "check the replay" for a second look at scenes that were otherwise lost to the blackout. "I'm on auto-draft!" was the day's battle cry; the receipts show full-contact drama that puts last year's penalties to shame.

You still arguing over "fantasy ranking" vs. "NFL performance ranking"? Ha. The LOCAS members are debating what execution method should be utilized if the Ref messes up this badly again next year.

After Figs, Elayne, and Greta have thoroughly excoriated Jesse for f***ing up the draft order, they attempt to educate him on the Draft Day rules he evidently failed to learn.

Strap in. And pass a bucket, because we're about to be sick.

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The court will come to order in the Trial of Stef Rodriguez. 😲 In this episode, the League's unofficial historian is called to confront devastating allegations of fraud and deceit; she's then subjected to a brutally withering cross examination. Following an appeal by her counsel, Stef's fate falls to co-commissioner Jaxie to decide..... It's a drama Dick Wolff wouldn't f**k with. Behold estrogen in its most weaponized form. 🏈💅

As the LOCAS gear up for yet another debauched Draft Day, some dude named Clyde accepts the dubious distinction of "First Podcast Guest." Executive Commissioner Figs joins Elayne and show host Greta to debate vetoing the veto, the best fantasy apps on the market, and the severe financial toll of League dues. They then pivot to explain the Draft Day gauntlet. Anyone who thinks the action is on the field has never engaged in full contact flip cup, comatose spin the bottle, not-your-grandfather's-beer-pong, and "Mystery Box." Paramedics are standing by. That's right, mother f***ers... there WILL be "Never have I ever." So shut the f*** up, Ref; it's Draft Day Eve and the LOCAS ain't here to play. 🏈💅