Nephews and Nieces (nibblings, if I may), it's time for me to come clean. I know that a lot of you are h8ers when the staff here at Big Cat Country writes what we want to happen as opposed to what we think will happen. Well, I dont care. Today I am going to release my inner feelings like the school girl that I am.
I want Johnny Manziel. I need Johnny Manziel. The more that I have thought about it, the more I have wanted him.
I love every single bit of his persona. I love the helmet and pads at Pro Day. I love the Drake shit. I love the scrambling. I love seeing him yell at his teammates to get going. I love the OVO deal, the hand signs, the autograph money grab, the nike deal, the haircut, the frat parties, the Heisman, the anti-tebow. SEXUAL AROUSAL!
Can you imagine the stadium filled with Bold City Brigade Members in their teal pants and black number two jerseys screaming "DUUUVVVAAALLLLLL" as Johnny Manziel steps over the ghost of JJ Watt a la Allen Iverson over Tyronn Lue?
Can you imagine the narrative of the national media clamoring to get access to the Jaguars, and Vito just comes out of no where and puts the Heisman on them hoes? My goodness gracious. Gifs for days.
Can you imagine a world where Jacksonville is a mainstay on Monday Night and Sunday Night football?
Can you imagine Johnny Manziel lifting a teal jersey, putting on a flat-billed Jaguars hat, looking deadpan into the camera and giving all of Duval County his sly little smirk?
I can. And when I do, it's absolutely majestic.
"With the third pick in the NFL draft, the Jacksonville Jaguars select, Johnny Manziel, Quarterback, Texas A&M."
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