Unfortunately, despite my media presence, I will be unable to attend the 2019 NFL Draft in Nashville. Other things are taking precedent. I am stuck watching the draft, and probably writing about the draft, here, instead of far and away. Yet my spirit will still in be in Nashville even if this cell we call a skeleton will be here in Texas.
I have two reservations to the Logan’s Roadhouse in town, and dammit Susan, I will be throwing my peanuts on the ground no matter what you say. There I’ll be guffawing at the trades, typing angry emails and tweets when the Texans select Cody Ford in the first round, and doing my best, to try and understand something I know nothing about.