The 2010 NFL draft began tonight. If you would have asked me 8 years ago about the draft, I would have laughed at you. I didn't grow up in a sports conscience home. Sure, we saw the headlines on the news. Even went to an occasional game. (After all, Bucs tickets were free if you spent $25 at Kash 'N Karry.) But we were not sports fanatics by any means.
Enter Jonathan, my sports loving, wildly addicted to ESPN, husband. Thanks to him, I have learned a lot about all professional teams over the last couple years. This may come as a shock to those of you that have known me for awhile, but I can name players. On lots of teams. For all kinds of sports.
It's impressive, I know.
So anyway, tonight was the draft and I had actually been looking forward to it all day. It is perfect "us" time for Jonathan and I.
We sat on the couch, got take-out Buffalo Wild Wings, the dogs gnawed on bones, and we talked. Jonathan looked up stats and talked strategy. I asked a lot of questions like: "Really, Tebow is still available?" "What is that guy wearing?" "Awww, he is crying; the Bucs picked a good one huh?"
It was about as perfect of a date as you can have.