Good times.
The wife, the Admir0l, the Harbinger of Haggis, and the Peanut all enjoyed a day filled with fried chicken, okra, and the scent of hope from all 32 teams in the NFL.
We watched as my Pats traded down to pick up some random LB; we also watched as Berman trotted out the same tired jokes as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that; we also got to see quite the ensemble from Keyshawn, which entailed a pink tie, a checked shirt, and I think, a pin-striped suit jacket (I can only hope he had on plaid pants).
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