The NFL moving the start of the draft to 4 p.m. is an unforgivable sin, thus forcing us viewers to forestall our boozing for almost an entire afternoon, lest we be too bleary eyed to even make out the draft ticker (that sucker moves quickly in the later rounds). I mean, it’s gonna be, like, 9 by the time the finally Steelers pick. I’ll be too wasted to make a Secret World of Alex Mack joke when Pittsburgh takes the center from Cal. And the effects of WittenGate ’08 are shown with Ed Werder somewhere other than Dallas on draft day for the first time since Kogod knows when.

Five out of the six members of the KSK crew will be boozing up at an undisclosed location near the center of the earth, or at least at a basement bar, so I’ll be able to relate directly how distraught/close to suicide either Ufford or Maj are if their team takes Mark Sanchez. Or how irritated I’ll be if Darrius Heyward-Bey has to play for the goddamn Ravens.