Boy am I desperate for football news. I’ll jump on anything these days. Thankfully, the draft is this weekend, which finally gives me something real to talk about. Not that I couldn’t gush about the Trotter and Ritchie re-signings or bitch about TO’s headline grabbing ways. But this is when we start to see next year’s rosters shape up.
So tomorrow afternoon it’ll be me, my big ass TV, a six pack of beer, and a little bit o’ Boomer kicking off 2005. If anyone else is bored enough to be interested, feel free to drop by (coverage starts as early as noon – we’ll see at what time Lisa wants to kill me). I might even be writing about the results over at the recently launched Philly Sports Net.