This is where a different geek-side (Geekseid?) shows. This is where I go all sports geek. This weekend is the NFL draft. And I hate to admit how much I care. I’ve been known to watch at least part of the first round on teevee, and I always track progress throughout the draft weekend. I […]
This is where a different geek-side (Geekseid?) shows. This is where I go all sports geek.
This weekend is the NFL draft. And I hate to admit how much I care. I’ve been known to watch at least part of the first round on teevee, and I always track progress throughout the draft weekend.
I care who my teams (49ers, raiders, pittsburgh) take, I care who my friends teams take (miami, philly). I care who gets taken by rival teams (seattle, st louis).
I care who gets taken first, who falls in the rankings. I care about the last minute trades to jockey for position.
My team, the 49ers, have made a lot of bone-head draft moves in the last few years. Jim Drukenmiller chosen over Jake the Snake Plummer stands out as a particularly stupid one, but I look at our number one and two drafts – Mike Rumph, Kwame Harris, Israel Ifeanyi, J.J. Stokes, Reggie McGrew, Justin Smiley – and I don’t see a lotta spectatular talent. Our last year’s top pick, the highly paid Alex Smith, has yet to prove out and actually do a damned thing and to my mind he’s got expensive failure written all over him.
So the draft is, to me, both exciting and scary. I watch my team draft the way to watch a train wreck.
Then there’s Hockey. The sharks are up 3-1 vs Nashville in the first round of the stanley cup playoffs. They played a hard, thrilling game thursday, a physical game that they won, but didn’t dominate. They play in Nashville tomorrow (Sunday), and can put this to bed; or they can choke, and be back in San Jose next week. My boss has tickets to that next round, so I think he’s hoping for a choke, but I’d like to see this series over. This sharks team has the players to think Stanley Cup, but they have to play a lotta good hockey between now and then to have that happen.
I’m thinking about taking the top off my jeep. But you know what that means, every year. It means more rain. So, you know, maybe not quite yet.
Expensive Failure. That sounds like a Google bomb waiting to happen.
Football. That’s the one with the tight pants and the big, hard hats, right?
The one that’s ruled by television and whose structure makes an assembly line look anarchic by comparison?
Uh. Ok. Rock on, if you must.
CG, Picture me screaming, angry, swearing. That’s what I’m like when I watch football. I think you’d like that anyway.
In all the drafting stuff that was on tv yesterday, there was one part I liked.
Some dude was running sprints in these tight white shorts–with apparently NOTHING on underneath. No shirt, just shorts and shoes. Mmmmmm.
You screaming and swearing–I bet you get veins popping out on your forehead too, dontcha?
😀
You like that commando, don’t you, AAG? And yeah, veins poppin’ out all over.
Picture me screaming, jumping up and down…Bacchus thinks it’s more entertaining than the game. 😉
I’d pay to see that, nymph!