Losing the arms race
My right arm is hurting. Tendinitis. I took two Aleve at 9:15 a.m., but they don’t seem to be kicking in just now.
The NFL Draft begins tonight. The first round gets underway at 7 p.m., and unlike almost every other year, when it was held in New York, it has moved to Chicago this time. It’s almost certain Jameis Winston, the egotistical spoiled brat quarterback from Florida State, will be taken first overall by Tampa Bay. Good luck with that.
The Cardinals don’t draft until 24th. I have heard at least eight different names in the mock drafts going to Arizona. That the Cards are drafting 24th is a good sign. It’s an even better sign when the scouts don’t agree; it means the team doesn’t have glaring needs and can go for the best player available.
Today marks the anniversaries of two major events which have shaped the world today.
On April 30, 1945, Adolf Hitler, one of the most evil creatures to inhabit the planet, committed suicide with his bride of one day, Eva Braun, in an underground bunker. The Nazis were on the verge of massive defeat at the hands of the United States, Soviet Union, and the rest of the allies, and Hitler took the coward’s way out. Typical for a man who probably had testes the size of BBs.
Thirty years later, South Vietnam surrendered unconditionally to the commies from North Vietnam. Too bad Lyndon Johnson died two years earlier. He should have been forced to take the humiliation alive. Instead, it was good guy Gerald Ford, who had been thrust into the White House because Richard Nixon was the most paranoid politician who ever lived, was forced to answer to America’s abject failure in southeast Asia.
I’ve got things to do after dinner. I hope my right arm will hold out. Two more Aleve before I go to bed.