nfl_mcshay_195When non-March, college basketball is the biggest sports story of the night before, then that’s what we call a shitty sports night.  I guess Pitt and Yukon UConn had quite the donnybrook last evening, but the highlights were boring so fuck it, I’m gonna yell at Todd McShay instead.

Lets say my sole reason for my current employment was a certain event that takes place here in about two and a half months.  Lets say that the certain event is a giant prognostication.  Lets say, over the course of said two and a half months, I, literally, proclaim every single possibility that I can fit in that time period, and when it’s all said and done, sit there smugly and say I’m right.

Well…then I’d be Todd McShay.

As a Browns fan, the Draft is my Super Bowl.  I get excited to see who might lead the Browns back to prominence and love thinking about what might happen and all that good shit.  It’s certainly easier thinking about the Browns sucking like they usually do, that’s for sure, so it’s natural that I pay attention whenever ESPN says “NFL Draft.”

It’s kinda like when you knock on the wall to get your dog all excited and then, 5 minutes later, your dog is sitting there looking at you thinking, “I’m gonna poop on the floor later, you asshole.”  That’s how I feel whenever I see McShay’s little Mock Drafts on Sportscenter.  HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MOCK DRAFTS NOW?  Oh, that’s right, lets just waste some fucking time making another bullshit list just to fill some air time.  Yea…NOTHING is going to change from here to late April, that makes a whole lot of sense.

But that’s not my problem with McShay, my problem is the fact that he has, literally, every single player occupying every spot over the course of these things.  So far, he’s had the Browns taking Malcolm Jenkins (yay!), Aaron Curry, Everette Brown and I’m sure once the Combine is over, someone entirely different.  And that’s the problem.  These things don’t change in NFL personnel departments like this, only in McShay’s little world.

And I say McShay’s little world because not even Mel Kiper changes this much.

So, thank you, ESPN for parading your little prediction monkey in front of me for 10 minutes this morning while the channel changing thing on the treadmill was stuck.  That’s just fucking awesome, and I’m sure the octogenarian 0.3 miles from a stroke next to me really appreciated my profanity laced tirade directed at that hedgehog looking motherfucker who knows as much about the draft as my left nut.

Have a good day everyone, except for you Todd McShay…you suck.

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