Well the draft is less than 24 hours away, and I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty excited. Tomorrow feels like Christmas morning - so in the Christmas spirit I thought I'd craft a little draft poem --


'Twas the night of the draft and all through the hall,
Not a fan stood silent, time slowed to a crawl

The players grew tense, stardom in sight,
With visions of the crowd chanting their name at Met Life

The war room was buzzing, Jerry stood tall,
Hoping a pass rusher would eventually fall

The scouting had finished, the Big Board was done,
Jerry had looked at every player under the sun

Pick by pick, the night flew by,
I could see studs slipping, I sensed Jerry would get his guy

On Barron, on Martin, On Konz and on Jeffrey,
On Fleener, on Jones, On Hill and on Perry

When out from the den there arose such a cheer,
I ran quickly back to the couch after grabbing a beer

There was Goodell paper in tow, ready to read the Giant's selection,
And culminate the show

I sprang to my feet, eyes twinkling with fear,
Hoping on stage Mike Adams wouldn't appear

And then I saw him, cell phone in hand,
He held back a smile, indicating he was our man

I shook my head in disbelief, Jerry had done it again,
Then took a swig of my brew and said, "Welcome to the GMen."