Actually, I don't think that'll happen. This is the first NFL draft (coming up) that I can remember where I wasn't expecting a phone call. The guacamole piled into large bowls, El Galindo "Restaurant Style" chips and soda covering all the table space at the Van Pelt household, crowded with families and friends. This won't be another year of disappointed family members -- some threatening to "disown me" if I don't test the free agent waters -- leaving after no phone calls from any NFL teams. It's almost brought me to tears when I answered a phone call right as the third round started one year, and it turned out to be a Dominoes Pizza delivery person, who was lost and needed directions to get to our place. I'll be danged if I set myself up for another disappointment like that again. Nope. This year, it's going to be just like any other weekend. Heck, if my cell phone batteries wear down to no charge, so be it. No NFL team is going to call me this year. I'm convinced of it. I'm not going to get my hopes up.
Seriously, no NFL team in their right mind would take a chance on me. It's been years since I laced up the cleats and kicked a ball through the uprights. Let's face it, I'm probably not NFL material. It's time I started looking at other options. I guess I'll keep this magazine thing on my plate. It's working out okay.
I'll just try to take heed of the great advice offered to Navin R. Johnson before he embarks on a life-changing trip to see the world, leaving all that he knows behind:
"Lord loves a working man."
and
"Never trust whitey."
I better load up on some coffee...
Posted by Doug Van Pelt at April 10, 2008 08:25 AMThat is right, never trust whitey. He will bring you down. Of course, I am red-whited and extremely white but that is not here or there.
Jason Irvin
Posted by: Jason Irvin at April 10, 2008 09:41 AMGotta love ole Navin, he was a wild and crazy guy.