For the past few days I have been up to my knees and elbows with the NFL Draft cover what the Tampa Bay Bucs did in 1st, 2nd and 3rd rounds. I have covered the drafts as a reporter for a few years at 1 Buc, and many more years at both the 49ers and Raiders HQ’s.

The NFL draft is the best TV cable TV can show. It has everything that any red-blooded American can use, on a stay at home Thursday and Friday night. On a side note I do have some friends that did stay at home just to watch the draft and give their remote control a workout going between the talking heads on NFL Network and the Four Letter Network.

You get happy happy time with kids who came from the poorest of homes, with all the odds stacked against them, as they chance to make the American dream come true by hitting the lotto to play football. Call me a softie but it is touching to see the happiness on a parents face as they see their families dreams come true in the green room while sitting around a round banquet table on plastic folding chairs. Would it surprise you that the NFL will soon be welling the used chairs at authenticated memorabilia. Right now get the very chair that Blake Bortles was sitting on when his name was called as the newest member of the Jacksonville Jaguars. It can be yours for only 7,000 dollars on EBay.

You get drama who is going to be called next. The drama as the clock is tick tick ticking and the Vikings haven’t called the two guys on 1980’s headsets sitting in front of table with an authentic replica football helmet phone. Question why don’t they use the silly phone. As the clock is winding down, the families are squirming, the future millionaires are sweating and the tension mounts. Who need immunity idols when you have the draft.

It has fashion, poor college kids who couldn’t afford a new pair of jeans are now rocking custom-made 10K suits and gold rolex watches even before they earn a dime playing football. You have guys who wear crazy colors, huge knots in their ties. You have lineman that even in the custom-made suit are ready to rip the rear end of the trousers if they bend over. You have some dressing like P Diddy and some looking like Harvey Spector from Suits. For guys this is like our version of the red carpet as they show the players laying out there wardrobe before the show. The only thing we are missing is Joan Rivers being annoying. Ooops I should not have written than because the network will probably add a fashion reporter for next years draft. Damn you great ideas that pop into my head.

And of course you get the chance to look down your nose at someone you have never met but don’t like. This year it is the ever-present, jet setting limo riding, LaBron BFF Johnny Football. In a sick and twisted way we all watched his face and reaction as he was passed over again and again and again and again and again. We watched as he tied to look stoic as someone in some house was sitting there saying, yeah that’s right Mr Football star, no one is taking you, and you know what I am happy because I got nothing good in my life and now you know what it is like to me, hahhah. Meanwhile I can’t confirm but I think Johnny was sitting there looking at his phone at his on-line banking account to see how much cash Nike has deposited.

And that is why I have cable TV>