The NFL Draft is an “Event” that I Just Don’t Get.
By Robert Arrington
My wife and I were in Nashville while the NFL Draft was going on. Thankfully, we were well away from the excitement.
We arrived in Nashville on Thursday evening, and checked into the Nashville Airport Marriott. After unpacking we retired to the hotel restaurant and asked for a booth with a television, an amenity the restaurant offered.
As soon as we were seated, we turned our eyes to the TV screen and were treated to a view of South Broadway in downtown Nashville. The street was closed to vehicular traffic and thronged with people. While we were waiting to order, rain started to fall outside. Rain was falling in downtown Nashville, too. It didn’t affect the crowd. The draft hadn’t even started.
