I just picture the DC war room.
By the time Goodell is finished with his opening draft speech, JJ is nodding off to sleep with a dull snore, drooling on coat sleeve. Stephan Jones lightly nudges his father and there is no responce so he smiles and immediately turns to JG and whispers, "OK looks like daddy's asleep so I'm going to the strip bar down the street for a scotch and water. Just call me if daddy wakes up. If I'm not back by 17th pick, just look on the moniter and pick whoever Kyper says we're going to take. Got it?".
JG swallows hard and says, "OK, but please don't leave me here alone like you did last time with the scouts". SJones whips around and grabs JG in a head lock scalbing his knob, giggling, "You little carrottop, stop whining and if the scouts give you another wedgie, tell them they will have to answer to me and if I'm sober enough, I'll fire em all!!"
JG begrudgingly agrees and politely looks up rubbing his head, "On your way back, can you get me a vanilla ice cream cone with some animal crackers?"
Stephen turns around and gives JG a nod, "OK, just don't screw it up like you did with Felix and if daddy wakes up just tell him we're still in Dallas".
Just a little predraft humor. Please do not take offense as I'm just kidding.