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I would like to take some time to talk about myself (something I am exceptionally good at), but with the NFL Draft only one day away, I need to focus my energy on The Draft. I will have to save the introductions for a later date.
By “later date,” I mean never.
By “never,” I mean until I am totally pinned to the ground with writers’ block and can’t think of anything else to write.
Until then, you can rest easy knowing that you are reading the words of a true Broncomaniac.
Or is it nymphomaniac?
I seem to get that confused, though never during Broncos’ games.
Hmmm, if there was a way to combine the two…
I think George Costanza tried to combine his true passions once, and that didn’t work out so well, so let me get back to the NFL Draft.
The NFL Draft is to football fans suffering through the offseason what Spring Break is like to college students suffering through the middle of the Spring semester.
Except without all the girls and nudity and stuff.
The Draft is all the drama and intrigue of watching our favorite team, without any of that pesky “action” stuff.
It is our chance to lock ourselves in our manhole, eat guy food, and pretend we are draftniks for an entire weekend.
It is our chance to talk about twenty-one year-old young men and say things like…
You should check out his “upside”…
A great body …
A young freak…
A perfect physical specimen …
An absolute stud on the “clean and jerk”…
A surprisingly strong “snatch” …
A hi...
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