Monday Morning Mock Draft

Morning folks. I’m a bit stumped for a topic this morning, and I’m dealing with having to write an appellate brief as well.

I am not an appellate attorney.

When in doubt, I dip into the Suggestion Box and pick a topic from one of you fine Kommentists. Today’s topic comes from the fertile, and at the time “drunker than hell” mind of Scotchnaut. Drunk or not it’s a good one, and I’m happy to use it. I probably should have given him the first pick, but last night I had my nose buried in the Connecticut Practice Book’s appeals section, looking for answers to such questions as how many pages does the appeal have to be, what margins am I allowed to use, and where is the Appellate Court anyway. Seriously, they moved it since the last time I was there, and they did not tell me where.

That said, to the topic! Today you are drafting people you wished lived five more years. Five may seem strange, but looking at the people Scotchy suggested you’d be looking for people who’s lives were unfairly cut short. My first pick, for instance, is Lou Gehrig, who’s life was cruelly and ironically cut short by Lou Gehrig’s disease. What are the odds? With five more years The Iron Horse would have pushed his consecutive games streak to a level Cal Ripken would never have broken, no matter how long his Daddy managed the team.

Rules? There are none. You can draft anyone you wished had five more years in them. If you want your Mee-Maw back, go ahead and take her, but maybe read Stephen King’s short story ‘Gramma’ first.

Oh, and one more thing: The choice for commissioner can really only come down to one person: