The loser physically runs next year's draft board: writing every name, moving every sticker, keeping the clock, for all sixteen rounds, while also making their own picks. Mislabeling a sticker earns a table-wide groan they must absorb silently. Manual labor as ceremony.
Budget note: this one costs nothing but dignity, which makes it a strong pick for leagues that would rather spend the pot on the champion than on the loser's downfall.
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