I remember I was a senior at the U of W – Oshkosh.  I went to the dorm that night to visit friends and watch the lottery.  My number came up 124 and I was worried because I had gone through my four years of college deferment and was heading for Lincoln, Nebraska for graduate school starting in June.  We all went out and got drunk.  When we came back to the dorm, my friend whose number was 5 slammed his right fist into a cementblock wall, which pretty much destroyed his hand and his chances of being drafted.  Instead of hurting myself, I started making plans for moving to British Columbia.  Luckily the draft stopped at 120 that year!