As I typically do, I was in the midst of an elaborate man cave Draft experience. I had made a fresh batch of pulled pork man nachos. Had just finished my batch of guacamole. Was finalizing the top dressing the cacophony of corn ships and accoutrement. Then, from the basement, my good friend yells up: "They traded up! The Packers are on the clock!" In a fit of excitement, clearly unbefitting what was to occur, I sped up. I grabbed the massive tray of man nachos and ran toward the stairs. AND, I kid you not, I tripped. And, I kid you not, the nachos went flying. Down the stairs. Smashed into the back door after a couple bounces - we had one of those 3/4 in ground basements with a back door going out to a yard and down to a small lake. Just food trash everywhere. Broken pyrex baking dish everywhere. The Packers select BJ Sander, Punter, Ohio State.
Definitively my worst Packers draft moment ever. Just an awful awful series of events.