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Originally Posted by duncan_idaho
In the interest of moving things along, I’ll try to be quick.
Still cackling about their latest victory in player personnel matters over the Bills, the Chiefs turn to their third pick.
Veach picks up the phone and says: “do it!”
On stage, the lights dim abd suddenly “I won’t do what you tell me” blares over the loud speakers.
Stone Cold Chris Jones emerges from backstage, smashes two beers together over his head, and pours them over his head, trickling down his torso - which is bare save for a black leather vest. He walks up to the New York Giants representative and drops the Stunner on that poor soul before yanking the mic from the podium.
“People are saying we’re done. I’m done. We’re done when I say we’re done. This next cat is going to be a great part of the sack nation of domination.
“The Kansas City Chiefs select T.J. sanders, DT, South Carolina.
“And that’s the bottom line, because Stone Cold said so.”
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I'd do backflips if we could snag him at 63, and throw in a pirouette if we got him at 66. I freakin love Sanders' game. This would be excellent.