It's like Christmas morning
 

I had trouble going to sleep last night because I was so amped about this stupid draft. It reminds me of being a little kid on Christmas, not being able to sleep and then waking up too early and just having to wait. Anyways, the draft just came on and I'm running down the stairs to see what kind of present the Saints have gotten me. I sure as hell hope it's a Red Ryder BB gun, and not the pink bunny pajama suit.