The phrase rang through our living rooms and the monotony of our new lives Thursday night, a little sports jargon that sounded as sweet as “Down the stretch they come!” and ushered us forward or backward or at least to another place and time for a few hours.
Not traditionally, of course. But good enough for now. Good enough to serve as a small injection of what’s wonderful about sports and fandom into the void since the world went dark and left us in a place of getting all geeked up about documentaries instead of competition.
I didn’t realize I would embrace the NFL Draft the way I did until it was just about upon us.