Josh is in the living room with a pen and a copy of what I believe is NFL Magazine (.....?) giving the NFL Draft his utmost attention. The pen and magazine appear to be for recording the picks, where they're going, and when they were picked. I wonder if there's a place for trades on his little spreadsheet.
As soon as I walked in the door he was insistent that I get my sick self into bed to rest, relax and start getting better. I mentioned thinking his thoughtfulness was only to get me out of the living room so he could continue to enjoy the draft without snide comments from the peanut gallery. My thinking was correct.
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