As happens every year, I'm as giddy as a twelve year old girl at a Justin Timberlake concert about the NFL Draft this upcoming weekend. That said, how does a little Day One Draft Party/BBQ at my casa sound? It'll be great: animal carcass on the grill (as the New Zealander used to say), Mel Kiper drinking games (take a sip every time he says "upside," "explosive," "first step," etc.), and the ongoing indoctrination of my four month old into the purgatory of Cleveland fandom. The Browns might even--gasp!--make a first round trade and do something spectacular. Or they might draft another "Caged Dog" Mike Junkin while I curl up in a ball and whimper "happy places" and "Kosar" in the corner. Either way, we'll all have fun.