Can you smell it? Only 10 minutes away....a broad spectacle of athleticism, advertisments until you suffocate and you know there is going to be 'Choke to Death' chants coming from the players union section of Radio City Auditorium when Roger Goodell swags on up there for pick #1.
Tonight is my ultimate holiday. I get huger physical boners and overall mental satisfaction from this day more than I would donating millions to Japan while Kate Upton did the dougie on my balls.
Currently I have Miller Lites lined up while a screaming 2-month old baby lays in the other room. An ironic hell. I was bestowed the responsibility of babysitting my newborn niece because no one told me that when I volunteered to babysit on my sister's birthday it would be the same day as my Holy Trinity. (Funny fact, I have no idea when any one in my family's birthday is, thats how much I suck). I'll remember this one though.
While my microwavable enchiladas turn slowly waiting to be turned into poopy I sit here knowing exactly whats going to happen.
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