NFL Draft

Well football fans, the event you've all been anticipating with baited breath is this weekend!
That's right, the annual snoozefest called the NFL draft is just around the corner.
Two entire days of watching pampered soon-to-be millionaires on remote cable links, sitting in their living rooms with all of their extended families, waiting to see which team is willing to give them half of the annual income of Brunei before they have played their first down of professional football.
You'll witness moments of almost unbearable tension such as "The Minnesota Vikings have traded their 9th round pick to the Miami Dolphins for a corny dog and an order of nachos"
The nachos were stale, and the corny dog had been on the floor, but the Vikings won that one.
The only moment in recent memory worth watching was Eli Manning (Peyton's baby, in more ways then one, brother) making the same face he undoubtedly made when his mama tried to feed him strained Rutabaga at 12 months in age. Why, you ask? Because the 'wrong' team, in this case the San Diego Chargers made him their number one draft pick, and threw him millions of dollars, three Ferraris, and the Chrysler Building to play ball for them.
Little Eli wanted to pway for someone else, and he acted like the jersey and hat they gave him to wear was radioactive.
Last laugh on him, last time we noticed the team he was traded to, the New York Giants have gone nowhere with him. Philip Rivers, who went to the Chargers in that trade has already taken his team to the conference Championship.
Should have eaten those Rutabagas, Eli!
The crap shoot that has become the NFL draft typically shows the futility of expecting to win a Super Bowl because of one or two hot draft picks.
Witness the New England Patriots, winning three recent Championships with moderate to low draft picks, and trades for players no one else wanted.
It's coaching and front office skill guys, not 40 yard times!
A few teams have that, most don't.
The curse of the clueless struck again last year.
Houston spent their number one pick on a very good defensive player, but passed up Reggie Bush. All he did was take the Saints within one game of the Super Bowl.
Can you say "Duh, Y'all" Texans fans?
So what will be the big story this year?
Which number one pick will be seen on all of the cable news networks leading the police on a merry chase down the Santa Monica Freeway, wearing Rayban's and Smurf underwear?
Who will blow out his knee in training camp, and play not down one in his Rookie Year?
(with a guaranteed contract!)
Stay tuned!
Me, I've better things to do. Give the dog a manicure, mow the yard (with scissors), or something equally productive.