1:33 p.m. Honest.
1:38 p.m. I hate to admit this, but I've come to like Joe Theismann on ESPN. I really have. I'm sure I'll bring this up at therapy next week.
1:40:15 p.m. Edelstein says the 49ers will select a running back.
1:40:30 p.m. The 49ers select a defensive back.
2:01 p.m. The delivery guy's at the door. I berate him—after all, I ordered the pizza during the Final Four. He blames traffic and takes three dollars off my bill.
2:23 p.m. Kiper tends to speak in long, winding nonthoughts. Here are highlights of his assessment of New Orleans Saints pick Vaughn Dunbar: "Here's a guy blah blah blah blah blah 4.49 speed blah blah blah blah blah 5'10�", 208 pounds blah blah blah blah blah, just as I expected."
3:03 p.m. I run only a 9.24 40, but I type 38.6 words per minute with two fingers.
3:18 p.m. Kiper is wrong about something or other again.
4:07 p.m. NFL commissioner Paul Tagliabue is interviewed by an overmatched Berman. Final score: Tags 73, Boomer 0.
4:28 p.m. I threaten to jump off the roof of my building. A social worker talks me down by assuring me there is no Mel Kiper III.