Hangin' in NYC with Big Ben
Not much to write about lately...well, that's a lie, been plenty to write about but I just haven't found the time and/or strength to post it here. Tres busy and I think I'm coming down with something.
And I have to be in tip-top shape for this coming Saturday, when the NFL Draft will be on in all it's glory. I'll be watching it over Mark's house, wasting a glorious spring afternoon by sitting on the couch, drinking much beer, and waiting for our beloved Steelers to make their picks. Picking last in the first round...it's a long wait, but how satisfying the memory of what made it so.
Who do I want the Steelers to pick? I have no clear-cut favorite. LenDale White would be a steal at #32. Nick Mangold was the early preferred pick. Bobby Carpenter? Sinorice Moss? One of the safeties that have gone up and down Mel's Big Board? I'm content to wait and see how it all shakes out.
So no mock drafts from me. Even a die-hard draft dork like me has just about had enough with the endless speculation and pontification and obfuscation. They really need to move the draft up a month or so. It used to be that ESPN would keep Mel Kiper in his cryogenic pod until April 1st...now he's on more than Peter Gammons. I just hope he isn't hoarse for the draft.
So in lieu of reading about my views of the 2006 Draft, why not kill an hour reading about my ill-fated trip to New York City for the 2004 Draft? I find it hard to believe its been two years already since Mark and I went to the Big Apple for our NFL Draft pilgrimage. If you haven't read it, prepare yourself for a sorry tale of betrayal and woe. With some fun mixed in too. Crap, I have the pictures laying around here somewhere, maybe I'll scan and post 'em in the next day or so.
Anyway, enjoy:The Weekend of our Discontent, Part OneThe Weekend of our Discontent, Part Two