Listen....you win the Super Bowl, you can guzzle down whatever you want on draft night. Andy gets to wait around all night and doesn't have to pick until 32nd so he might as well enjoy himself. Toss on a Hawaiian and fix himself up a nice little mixie. I just wish I knew the exact recipe here. Looks like 3 parts Sweet Baby Rays, 2 parts Dr. Pep. Sounds delish. Just wish he line the rim with some Cheetos dust to really take this one to the next level.
P.S. - Andy's trying to figure out of the Super Bowl was actually 9 months ago.
Love that beautiful bastard. Andy, not the baby. That baby is nightmare fuel.