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The paramedics finally kick the door in to the Chiefs draft room, expecting to find the body of Brett Veach after calls have gone un-returned through the entire draft.
Instead they find only a hungover GM and a slew of empty liquor bottles. After waiving smelling salts and fresh coffee under his nose, he mumbles....
"Goddammit Tyreek...stop sticking your dick in cra...what, what? Where am I?"
Reid: "You're in Nasvhille and we're on the clock..."
"****!"
Veach runs into the draftroom and looks at his draft board.
".........."
{lights self on fire, runs screaming from room, Reid chases}
Spags picks up a pen and a notecard. Bienemy does the same. Both furiously scribbling they run towards the podium to drop it off. Their feet get tangled and two cards fly through the air, one flutters hopelessly to the ground, the other lands at the feet of a thoroughly confused NFL commissioner.
Goodell picks up the card at his feet and makes the announcement.
"With the 29th pick in the NFL Draft, the Kansas City Chiefs select..."
Garrett Bradbury, C - NC State
And nobody smiles.
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"If there's a god, he's laughing at us.....and our football team..."
"When you look at something through rose colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags."
Last edited by DJ's left nut; 03-20-2019 at 08:25 AM..
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