SD Here,

I was sitting with Slip (bosses orders) during the draft. He looked dismayed when he wasn't picked 13th because the mock drafts got his hopes up of going in the 2nd round. When he was called at the beginning of the 3rd round, he ran out of the auditorium with tears in his eyes. Man, I know I give him a lot of shit, but I was a bit heartbroken for him. I thought he was devastated.

Then his dumb ass came jogging back in between the 3rd and 4th round with overalls covering his suit and hay sticking out every which way. I quickly realized those were tears of joy earlier because this mother fucker was just pumped as all hell, shouting "Let's Go Croooooows" and trailing hay all over the place. He had been sneaking sips from a flask while we were waiting for his pick, but now he wasn't even trying to fool anyone. His flask was half sticking out of the front pocket of his overalls and he was offering up drinks to everyone around him. I'm pretty sure I saw a brand new Crows sticker on it too.

Good luck St. Louis, now he's as much your problem as he is mine.