By Higgy Smalls
I wasn’t really sure what to expect this year as I watched the NFL draft in Prime Time Baby! Nothing like telling the wife that I had to sit in the basement with a cold brew and watch the draft as part of my research for Oddbounces. Score one for the good guys! BTW – Nuff, Timzilla and Houdino…don’t talk to my wife for a little while, just let her cool down.
At any rate, I’m watching the draft and I’m honestly not caring a hoot about any of the other teams, about the odd bounces thrown our way with the living room reporters talking about people who were sitting right behind them having things said about them while trying to pretend they didn’t hear a word (pause…need a breath) or the funky cut-aways to goofy player poses and the like. I’m sitting there the whole time thinking – please don’t blow it Bengals, please don’t blow it….
Don't be blind sided...I'll do anything to get Sandra's picture in a story.
With every passing second I was hoping there would be some huge trade announcement, and they happened, just not with the Bengals. I actually started worrying that maybe Marvin got the date wrong. Maybe he was sitting at home watching The Blind Side thinking the draft was the following week! And then what do you know – the Bengals are on the clock and their first pick was in within minutes and everyone and their great-aunt knew what they needed and who they should take and they took him! We didn’t blow it? We didn’t decide to try our hand at another TE who we could take a shot at to see if he ever came to fruition? I ran to the fridge for another beer, research can be Hell sometimes.
I watched most of the rest of the draft with mild surprise every time the Bengals picked. There may have even been a smile, ever so slight because I was working you know, about the Bengals draft picks. I waited for the moment we’d blow it and I waited and waited and then I got up to go pee.
This draft was all BLTy for me. Mmmmmmm.
This draft for the Bengals was kind of like when I was little and my mom would call me into dinner. I trudged there knowing it would be friggin’ meatloaf but, what’s this – when I opened the door I could smell the distinct aroma, and hear the comforting sizzle, of bacon….bacon at night could only mean one thing! I’d run into the kitchen to find a huge plate of BLTs with corn on the cob on the side with drippy butter all over the place. BLTs, I mean, come on, I thought I was going to eat meatloaf that I’d have to make sure was swimming in ketchup and I get an all-you-can-eat BLT smorgasbord!
Yeah, this years draft for me wasn’t meatloaf. It was indeed crunchy bacon, oozing mayo, crispy lettuce BLTs with a side of corn on the cob. Thanks for the BLTs Marvin.
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You can tell when a guy is over age 30 when he makes a food pic twice as large as the half-naked woman pic.
So, are you suffering from Lo-T there, Higgers?
Zillaman – I actually had a buddy (you know him too well) post the images for me. I think we all know where the T-zone sits with Houd…um…er….my techy friend.
Okay, that explains everything. You always hear that for some people, food is a replacement for sex. I do recall those years Houdino dates that Big Mac from Milford.