The pregame show

Twas the night before Draftsgiving, and all through Fort Awesome, not a creature is stirring, because mixed drinks are for whimps.


The TVs are nestled, all snug in their spots, so we can watch the draft, lots and lots and lots.


With me in my "Football" shirt, and plenty of beer, we're waiting for the Iggles pick, filled with agonizing fear.


So happy Draftsgiving to all, and to all -- let's not pick a O-lineman, OK?