A Recent Historie of Thine NFL Drafte Watching
Two years ago I discovered the NFL Draft. I was visiting my alma mater, engaging in the infamous binge-drinking game/day/event known as Newman's Day. For those of you who don't know, Newman's Day is an event that requires the participant to test his or her drinking stamina every April 24th. The rules go like this:
It just so happened that in 2004 this annual event coincided with the NFL Draft, which was on a Saturday. No one had classes, obviously, so there was less staggering into lectures with a backpack full of 20 brewdogs and more grilling burgers and getting drunk outside while playing wiffleball. Also, when we got tired or too hot or too full of grilled meat, we would retire to a cool, dark dorm room and check in on the draft. As the day went on, I found myself spending more and more time following the draft. Pretty soon I was hooked.
Now, I don't know if it was divine intervention or just dumb luck, but the marriage of marathon drinking and NFL Draft watching was born. It was a perfect match. Here's why:
Watching the Draft is abit like watching a horse race, but without the racing. Big Paul Tagliabue just comes out from backstage and tells you what horse won. And your team is either thrilled or devastated, the drafted player is suddenly a millionaire, and you're sitting on the couch pissing yourself, slamming cans of beer and reflecting on the silliness (and graveness) of what you are witnessing.
There's nothing quite like it.
We've got little over a week left before the 2006 NFL Draft. If you've never followed it, this year is as good a year as any to catch the fever.
- You must drink 24 beers in 24 hours.
- During these 24 hours, you may not vomit, sleep, or masturbate (actually, masturbation is perfectly acceptable according to the storied "Ro Gupta" allowance first instituted in 1998).
- You must also attend all lectures, seminars, labs, and class activities scheduled for Newman's Day.
It just so happened that in 2004 this annual event coincided with the NFL Draft, which was on a Saturday. No one had classes, obviously, so there was less staggering into lectures with a backpack full of 20 brewdogs and more grilling burgers and getting drunk outside while playing wiffleball. Also, when we got tired or too hot or too full of grilled meat, we would retire to a cool, dark dorm room and check in on the draft. As the day went on, I found myself spending more and more time following the draft. Pretty soon I was hooked.
Now, I don't know if it was divine intervention or just dumb luck, but the marriage of marathon drinking and NFL Draft watching was born. It was a perfect match. Here's why:
Watching the Draft is abit like watching a horse race, but without the racing. Big Paul Tagliabue just comes out from backstage and tells you what horse won. And your team is either thrilled or devastated, the drafted player is suddenly a millionaire, and you're sitting on the couch pissing yourself, slamming cans of beer and reflecting on the silliness (and graveness) of what you are witnessing.
There's nothing quite like it.
We've got little over a week left before the 2006 NFL Draft. If you've never followed it, this year is as good a year as any to catch the fever.
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