The NFL Draft is finally here, and I'm so happy!
Not just happy; we are talking like "Navin R. Johnson when the new phone books arrive" levels of happiness. We are talking a "Roscoe P. Coltrane thinking he just caught those diabolical Duke boys" level of happiness. We are talking "Carlos Lee on the early bird at Golden Corral" giddiness.
And I'm going to enjoy this feeling while I can because I know the Texans are going to steal it from me, tear out my heart, stomp on it and cackle at me before covering my corpse in a Jadeveon Clowney jersey.
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That's how it goes...
So follow along, as the Texans crush my Johnny Manziel-loving soul, and let's take a journey down Draft Street together!