Saturday, April 29, 2006

"Uh, Son ... There Ain't No Draft No More."

The NFL Draft has just begun, and it'll all be over in a mere 48 hours or so. Since I'll be listening to the loud booming of Chris Berman (and watching the loud clothing of Chris Berman) for the next two days, I thought I'd pass along this classic Berman story. Unreal.

Consider this an open thread for all draft-related commentary.


Otto Man said...

Oh, man, Vernon Davis is crying like a little girl.

I don't think it's because his dream of going to the NFL has finally come true. I think it's because his nightmare of playing for the craptacular 49ers has come true.

Suck it up, Felicity.

Anonymous said...

That story sounds like a load of fucking horseshit.

Otto Man said...

I don't know ... it would've the mid-90s, so Berman wouldn't have had the baldness/weight/charisma crisis he's currently developed, and Scottsdale is a boring town with a football obsession, so Berman's clout would've been high.

Don't hate the story. Hate the game.

Otto Man said...

Further anecdotes about Berman's bar style. It may not make sense to us, but it seems to work for him.

Mr Furious said...

I read that story at Deadspin when it first ran. It might be bullshit, it might not. I don't care. It has entered the lexicon. Tony Kornheiser was using it on the air within days, and it seems Keith Olbermann went out of his way to work it in on MSNBC last week.

You gotta remember, he's rich, famous and on TV. It might just work.

Mr Furious said...

Link to the Olbermann story.