Draft Day Redux

It is over, and we all survived. I hope. Though many people analyzed the players, a few have turned their eyes to the booths themselves.

SI gave Trey Wingo an A+, who I still say is turning into a braying ass more and more every day, though as the article pointed out he does have some redeeming qualities. Unlike Berman he will ask a tough question occasionally. But the constant, unmotivated screeching really took its toll on me.

And who is going to be the first to point out that somewhere in the second half of day one, Michael Irvin hit something. He was laughingly uncontrollably through most of the third round, and Chris Mortenson and Mel Kiper looked ready to kill him. Mel would try to explain something and while the highlight package was rolling you could hear these snickers in the back. The shot would come back to the booth and Kiper and Mortenson would just be sitting there stonefaced, and Berman would have to come in and break up the fight. Like I said Saturday, there has to be something better than this.

Oh, and I think the Giants played. I may be wrong about that. Now I can finally get back to baseball.