Those who know me at all know that NFL Draft weekend is in my top two weekends of the year. It's a bit of a standing tradition at this point, except the scope of draft weekend activities is constantly expanding.
This year, we added the full-service long island bar for our party guests. I wish I would have had my camera when I went to the liquor store on that Saturday morning. The clerk looked at the haul of booty I was getting and snidely remarked that "some people spend that much on groceries, you know...". As if I were drinking six bottles of alcohol by myself or something.
Before digging in...
Bartender Ryan mixing up some shots.
The miniature disc-golf set also made a return to prominence in the apartment. I bought this thing like a year ago with some Christmas money, solely because the idea of portable and indoor disc golf is awesome. I don't care what my neighbors say... once I can sink a shot without dinging the wall, they won't have a problem with it anymore. Look for this to be featured in future entries this summer, because the mini-frolf show is hitting the road for sure.
The mini disc-golf basket. Note its empty state, as well as the miniature frisbee lying outside of putting range under the barstool.
Grant cleaned house in the poker tourney this year. I became bored with the game after digging an early hole so I have no idea how he did it. This would be the third NFL-related competition in which Grant has won some money this year. I'd make a joke about it, but every time I start thinking about it, I merely become angrier and angrier. I hope you spend my money on something awesome, Grant...
Marc's stack of chips before Grant made the final push.
Draft Day 2 started out with a bit of delicious win. Sometimes, we get these crazy culinary creations stuck in our heads but lack the tools/ingredients/appetite to pull them off. Having spent the entirety of the day on Saturday abusing our livers and stomachs, we decided to whip up one of our ideas we've kept in the bank: breakfast pizza.
It's breakfast. It's pizza. It's delicious win.
We used a pre-made crust and, if I did this experiment over again, I'd pre-cook the crust a little bit before adding the toppings because it was a little doughy in the middle. We used sausage gravy as the sauce, and topped it with hash browns, scrambled eggs, ground Italian sausage, and a metric assload of mozzarella cheese and sliced tomatoes. A slight bit of inattentiveness led to a crispy upper layer of cheese, but I can't lie to you about the quality of this dish... it is fucking delectable. We'll be making one of these up again some time in the near-ish future, and I'll document it more thoroughly and post the recipe.
As for the draft itself, it means less and less to me every year. Nothing can top the year we took Peterson in terms of unfettered joy, and maybe that's for the best. The Vikings took an electrifying receiver named William Percival Harvin, and he should contribute to our touchdown count immediately. Phil Loadholt and Asher Allen will be starters within a couple years as well - hopefully immediately, in Loadholt's case. Other than that, the draft was pretty unremarkable.
One thing that irks me about the Vikings' brass, however, is the way they've handled Harvin in the time following the draft. Compared to other draft picks, his accessibility to the media has been non-existant. Loadholt and Allen both made appearances on local radio within a couple days of being picked. Harvin has remained conspicuously absent. I know there are concerns about his character and decision-making abilities off the field, but I wonder if sheltering him from the local media is the best way to prepare him for his pro career. I'll be monitoring this over the next month... I just find it odd that our most high-profile new player has been given the ghosting treatment.
National League updates will be forthcoming in the next entry. The list of adopted NL teams is growing, and anyone who wants to join the insanity will soon find themselves picking through the scraps.
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