Lou Pickney's Online Commentary
Sunday Night Fun
Monday
February 25, 2008
After going for more than a year without suffering from a migraine headache, I've been hit with a spree of them. With four or five in the past week, it has been uncomfortable to say the least, though thank goodness for Imitrex. In truly remarkable form, it takes exactly one hour, just about to the minute, for it to kick in for me. There's no high and no buzz involved, just a relief of a hellish pain that is difficult to articulate.
If there's anything positive to come from this, it's renewed motivation to develop my forthcoming migraine headache website. I've been entrenched in Draft King, but I also have to think beyond April, when the hits will drop off after the 2008 NFL Draft.
Last night wasn't supposed to be anything for me beyond a relaxing evening, but what a surprise life can be sometimes. I ended up going out to Silverado with a fun crew of people. Now Silverado leans a bit too redneck in its crowd in general for my tastes, but they have a fun gimmick on Sunday nights with free beer until 11 (with a $7 cover) and then a wet t-shirt contest. Unfortunately, due to the puritanical authoritarians in power, the girls involved have to wear black shirts so their nipples (or, hell, anything else) can't be seen. Weak.
|  | Tandra (a Titans cheerleader), Dustin (in the "I Got Lucky" shirt), and I were part of the crew that hit Silverado last night.
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It's not Silverado's fault on the black shirts; they have to follow the law. It's just a real shame that there are lawmakers who put such draconian policies in place. Land of the free? The hell you say.
At it was, last night was the first time in a long time that I've hit the bar scene. After Superbug 2008 waylaid me for a week-plus, I've been mostly laying low. And in particular with the NFL combine taking place this weekend (and going on through tomorrow), I figured I was going to keep with it low-key. But it was a fun, exciting evening, and it reminded me of some ways of my Tampa days when you never knew what any evening could bring.
To point on the low-key weekend, on Saturday night I participated in my first-ever dueling mock draft with Sunstroke Stevens on the internet radio program The Dolphins Make Me Cry. We ended up breaking the record for the longest show in the history of the program (and that meant I went longer than Mercury Morris, last week's guest, which is quite an accomplishment as those who have heard Mercury talk know.)
I wasn't sure how it would play out, but it was a blast, and the feedback has been great. As one person wrote, "I never thought that I'd enjoy listening to a mock draft, but it was great." If you're curious how I sound on the radio, you can listen to the archive below.
The interview actually went long enough to cut into me watching most of the first half of the Tennessee at Memphis men's basketball game, which was arguably the most exciting and intense basketball game to take place in the state this century. With back-and-forth action, great athleticism on both sides, and Bruce Pearl giving ESPN's Erin Andrews a surprise demonstration on defense, it was quite a fun viewing experience.
Incidentally, for you guys out there, that look in Erin Andrews' eyes at the six second mark in the video is code for "Don't touch me!" If you ever see that after demonstrating a basketball maneuver on a chick (or something comparable), back off. Unless you're Coach Pearl, in which place you have carte blanche.
Finally, the exciting internet underground tradition is back again: Name of the Year. My sleeper pick for this year is Poony Poon, a #4 seed in the Chrotchtangle Region.
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