The four long months of mock draft after mock draft and endless speculation by jackoffs like Peter King finally come to an end tonight when the NFL Draft goes Prime Time for the first time ever (how this idea got past Tex Schramm, I have no idea).
After absorbing all kinds of draft coverage, I think it's safe to say we all expect Jerry Hughes to go sometime in the mid to late first round and for Daryl Washington to possibly go late in round one and if not, early to mid second. My interest will be especially piqued when the Jets (Hughes) and Saints (Washington) are on the clock, as those have been repeatedly mentioned as potential destinations for the two Frog stars.
So what does one do when you're 12 or so hours away from becoming a millionaire? When I originally ran that scenario by another regular contributor to this site, he responded by describing a debaucherous scene involving one or more "entertainers" and a few less-than-legal substances. But with all of the hubub over Ben Roethlisberger doing his best Kobe Bryant impersonation down in Georgia, I'm guessing that won't be what Jerry and Daryl spend their April 22nd doing.
But I want to put you in their shoes for a minute. Let's say you're not the high school hero who's now sitting in front of a computer at your chump job. Let's say you are a first round-worthy NFL prospect who is spending his last day as a regular folk before you cash in and start making more money than the president. What are you gonna do with your last day as a non-millionaire?