In one of my first draft meetings, we had an old dude who had never drawn a paycheck outside of pro baseball, in his 70's. Didn't use a computer or cell phone, typed his reports on carbon paper and faxed them in. We drove fleet cars, he drove a Caddy. When called upon early in the meeting (when the top-end guys were discussed, for 5-10 minutes dissecting every iota of info on the player, almost like a lawyer's closing statement to the jury), this guy had Joe Mauer. He stood up, adjusted his chaw, spit into his cup, and said, "This guy can fucking play", and sat down. I asked another older guy later, "How can he do that? I'm sweating bullets with pages of notes, double-and triple checking them to be sure I don't miss anything" (we all were)...the older guy replied, "He's done it once before...for Jeter"...