Seeing the look on a playerâ€™s face when, instead of being selected 4th, heâ€™s still sitting in the green room at pick number 13. The schadenfreude-deer-in-headlights is just unbelievable.
Seeing those dopes at the table on the floor. The whole job is to sit at a cheap card table with a helmet on a stick and answer the phone. They donâ€™t get to decide anything, they donâ€™t participateâ€¦nothing to do at all but sit there and wait for the camera to pan by. I seriously expect to see those some guys playing tic-tac-toe until Henry Fonda knocks the paper away.
Seeing the chaos when some team, and there always is one, takes a crazy player at the sixth pick and everyone elseâ€™s draft is thrown into a tizzy cos thereâ€™s suddenly someone better available. I just adore seeing the announcers and front offices scramble like a fire drill trying to decide what to do. Classic entertainment. And you donâ€™t even have to watch it on fast-forward - those people are freaking out in real time.
Seeing the cheezy photo opportunity when a drafted player who will soon be making millions puts on a $7.49 ball cap and smiles next to the Commissioner.
Seeing (and hearing) the Jets fans go ballistic at their draft pick, no matter who it is. You could poll the Jet fans, get the consensus of whom they wanted, the Jets front office could select that very player and STILL the Jet fans would boo. Primates, I tell you, primates.
Seeing the NFL Draft Drinking Game in action.
Hereâ€™s how it works.
Drink if you hear any of the following:
Brings to the table, upside, warrior, two-way player, intangibles, over-achiever, big heart.
I promise youâ€™ll fall off the couch and hit the floor, drunk as a skunk, in less than 2 hou