This reminds me of the week before HS graduation. You didn't know what was next, had no idea what would happen, but for the sake of Merciful Christ the thing was almost over. I could not wait to get the fuck out, in the same manner I cannot wait for the draft to be over.
Of course, much of my hatred is directed inward, as I am the imbecile who hyper clicks on every worthless mock draft (not this one, ) and waits breathlessly to read updates on the color of JFFs morning dump.
And the misery will undoubtedly drag on as pundits grade the draft 42 months premature, and before any of the rookies get fitted for a helmet won-loss records are predicted. No wonder peeps like draft parties - drinking tends to numb the pain.
Anyway, here's to throwing darts at a board