One of these days, I won’t be doing this anymore. Florio Jr. already has put me on notice that he intends to be the one who sends me floating on a sheet of frozen tundra.
And so on the third day of the 2011 draft, he parked himself into the seat between yours truly and Rosenthal at Radio City Music Hall, and he took over the duties of tweeting each pick.
He did it until he got bored. Which happened after about 14 selections.