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My Sports Illustrated gets opened from the back each week, where you will find Rick Reilly's column.
Here's his take on the draft......
Long Day's Journey Into Night
Some things I don't get. Tip jars at the cash register of self-service cafes. Airport security guards who point you to a one hour line and say "Enjoy." People who sit for 10 hours watching the NFL draft when they can read about the whole shebang in 5 minutes on the Internet as soon as it's over.
"So," my editor sniffed, "why don't you watch it and see what the fuss is all about? Really break it down, like the bloggers do."
Me and my big mouth.
10:08 a.m. MDT It's just me, my couch springs and my companion for the day, ESPN Chris Berman, who opens with, "For three quarters of a century Radio City Music Hall has been the home of so much top-line entertainment, and in the National Football League, it doesn't get any more top line than this." Right. What is two on the 50 at the Super Bowl when you can see No. 1 JaMarcus Russell hold up a jersey in a $3,000 suit and a $20 baseball hat?
10:22 The hall is jammed with yahoos in jerseys and face paint. But for the love of humanity, why? There's no ball, no game, no score. Basically, they will sit there for hours while virtually nothing happens. Isn't that what soccer's for?
10:30 Even worse, there are thousands of fans at Ford Field in Detroit waiting to see who the Lions draft. "Get a life," I grumble. And then it hits me: I'm sitting on my butt in Denver watching people in Detroit sit on their butts watching people in New York sit on their butts. We are at gluteus maximus.
11:34 We're at the 8th pick, and Notre Dame's star quarterback, Brady Quinn, who many thought would go in the top 3, is still untaken. He's the only player left in the green room, with nothing else around but empty tables and half eaten sandwiches. It looks like Bobby Brady's birthday party. The cameras catch his every cringe. Poor s.o.b.
11:39 Surely the ninth-picking Miami Dolphins, who at this point will have to start their accountant at QB, will jump on Quinn, right? Wrong. They take tiny, fragile Ted Ginn Jr. (WR, Ohio State), whom they need like the homeless need lava lamps. What's their drafting method, a Magic 8 Ball?
1:02 Note to self: The NFL draft is more boring than Amish porn.
1:07 I would rather stick forks in my ears than hear ESPN draft czar Mel Kiper's voice again. Only the Quinn saga keeps me going. He still hasn't been taken, and now he's gone from the green room. Maybe he's seeing if it's poosible to get a Ferrari deposit back.
2:17 Phew. Cleveland traded up to the 22nd pick to get poor Quinn, who's been sequestered in another room. How's that for a day? Abject humiliation in front of the nation for four hours, capped off by winding up a Brown.
2:49 My favorite statement of the day: ESPN Sean Salisbury argues that New England's first pick, Brandon Meriweather (FS, Miami), shouldn't be considered a character risk even though last year he was involved in a brawl during a game and returned fire in a shooting incident. It was "a one-time incident in both cases," Salisbury said. "They weren't repeat with the gun and repeat on the field." That's a good lesson for you kids out there. If you're going to rob a bank, could you just limit it to one?
3:15 More proof that this day causes draft between the ears: ESPN's Steve Young just used resurgence as a verb. He said New Orleans quarterback Drew Brees "resurgenced" his career after leaving San Diego. Young is usually more intelligenced than that.
3:35 My girlfriend is back from her painting class. She reports that it's a 72 degree Saturday with achingly blue skies. "Solid measureables," I reply.
4:19 This is now the longest first round in NFL draft history- six hours and eight minutes. I can no longer feel my legs.
4:20 A merciful God ends the first round. For three weeks everybody but Vladimir Putin was doing a mock draft. So who was right? Well, Todd McShay of Scouts, Inc., had five of the first six right but cooled off fast and wound up with nine out of 32 dead on. SI's Peter King was unusually off, with three. NFL.com's Vic Carucci had four. The winner in my survey of draft pundits? Kiper, with 10. My point? Mock drafts are a bigger waste than Jose Feliciano's HDTV.
5:58 Berman, who now needs a shave, says go to ESPN2 to watch the rest of rounds 2 and 3, but I swear, if I have to sit through one more pick, I'm going to resurgence my lunch.
So, I quit. Besides, I have a good excuse for quitting. Unlike real bloggers, I only have a limited sp[_]
Rick Reilly
Sports Illustrated
Here's his take on the draft......
Long Day's Journey Into Night
Some things I don't get. Tip jars at the cash register of self-service cafes. Airport security guards who point you to a one hour line and say "Enjoy." People who sit for 10 hours watching the NFL draft when they can read about the whole shebang in 5 minutes on the Internet as soon as it's over.
"So," my editor sniffed, "why don't you watch it and see what the fuss is all about? Really break it down, like the bloggers do."
Me and my big mouth.
10:08 a.m. MDT It's just me, my couch springs and my companion for the day, ESPN Chris Berman, who opens with, "For three quarters of a century Radio City Music Hall has been the home of so much top-line entertainment, and in the National Football League, it doesn't get any more top line than this." Right. What is two on the 50 at the Super Bowl when you can see No. 1 JaMarcus Russell hold up a jersey in a $3,000 suit and a $20 baseball hat?
10:22 The hall is jammed with yahoos in jerseys and face paint. But for the love of humanity, why? There's no ball, no game, no score. Basically, they will sit there for hours while virtually nothing happens. Isn't that what soccer's for?
10:30 Even worse, there are thousands of fans at Ford Field in Detroit waiting to see who the Lions draft. "Get a life," I grumble. And then it hits me: I'm sitting on my butt in Denver watching people in Detroit sit on their butts watching people in New York sit on their butts. We are at gluteus maximus.
11:34 We're at the 8th pick, and Notre Dame's star quarterback, Brady Quinn, who many thought would go in the top 3, is still untaken. He's the only player left in the green room, with nothing else around but empty tables and half eaten sandwiches. It looks like Bobby Brady's birthday party. The cameras catch his every cringe. Poor s.o.b.
11:39 Surely the ninth-picking Miami Dolphins, who at this point will have to start their accountant at QB, will jump on Quinn, right? Wrong. They take tiny, fragile Ted Ginn Jr. (WR, Ohio State), whom they need like the homeless need lava lamps. What's their drafting method, a Magic 8 Ball?
1:02 Note to self: The NFL draft is more boring than Amish porn.
1:07 I would rather stick forks in my ears than hear ESPN draft czar Mel Kiper's voice again. Only the Quinn saga keeps me going. He still hasn't been taken, and now he's gone from the green room. Maybe he's seeing if it's poosible to get a Ferrari deposit back.
2:17 Phew. Cleveland traded up to the 22nd pick to get poor Quinn, who's been sequestered in another room. How's that for a day? Abject humiliation in front of the nation for four hours, capped off by winding up a Brown.
2:49 My favorite statement of the day: ESPN Sean Salisbury argues that New England's first pick, Brandon Meriweather (FS, Miami), shouldn't be considered a character risk even though last year he was involved in a brawl during a game and returned fire in a shooting incident. It was "a one-time incident in both cases," Salisbury said. "They weren't repeat with the gun and repeat on the field." That's a good lesson for you kids out there. If you're going to rob a bank, could you just limit it to one?
3:15 More proof that this day causes draft between the ears: ESPN's Steve Young just used resurgence as a verb. He said New Orleans quarterback Drew Brees "resurgenced" his career after leaving San Diego. Young is usually more intelligenced than that.
3:35 My girlfriend is back from her painting class. She reports that it's a 72 degree Saturday with achingly blue skies. "Solid measureables," I reply.
4:19 This is now the longest first round in NFL draft history- six hours and eight minutes. I can no longer feel my legs.
4:20 A merciful God ends the first round. For three weeks everybody but Vladimir Putin was doing a mock draft. So who was right? Well, Todd McShay of Scouts, Inc., had five of the first six right but cooled off fast and wound up with nine out of 32 dead on. SI's Peter King was unusually off, with three. NFL.com's Vic Carucci had four. The winner in my survey of draft pundits? Kiper, with 10. My point? Mock drafts are a bigger waste than Jose Feliciano's HDTV.
5:58 Berman, who now needs a shave, says go to ESPN2 to watch the rest of rounds 2 and 3, but I swear, if I have to sit through one more pick, I'm going to resurgence my lunch.
So, I quit. Besides, I have a good excuse for quitting. Unlike real bloggers, I only have a limited sp[_]
Rick Reilly
Sports Illustrated
