The guys who end up with Adrian Peterson and Chris Johnson have the same smug looks on their faces as David Caruso in CSI: Miami. Meanwhile, those who have to talk themselves into Frank Gore and Reggie Wayne in the first two rounds have already begun writing off their season in their heads.
All of the studs get snapped up in mostly logical order. However, there are always hilarious exceptions, like Ben Roethlisberger getting taken in the third round. Didn't you hear he's been too busy trapping young girls in bathrooms (allegedly) to play the first four to six games. Oh, you missed that huge piece of news? Have fun with Big Ben this season, you enormous football fan you. Enjoy enduring vicious insults all night and laboring in last place all year, buddy.
Also, pizza is ordered. The guys who didn't bring any cash still want in because "this is gonna take a while, and I'm totally good for it, man." (Good for it = Eating for free).
There will also be the guy delivering his commentary on every single pick early on as if he's getting paid to do it. Hey Matthew Berry, no one cares what you think. You finished in seventh place last year and ninth the year before. Just make jokes about everyone else's mothers and everyone's appearance, and you'll be all good.