Sensing a draft? That’s irrelevant
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It may be irrelevant, but it sure is fun. Irrelevant Week, that is.
Is it that time already? No, it is not. Irrelevant Week is in
June. This is not June. This is February. But Paul Salata, a.k.a.
“Slats,” a.k.a. “Mr. Irrelevant Week,” has cooked up a new twist for
this year’s edition that is pure Salata.
I suppose it’s possible that someone around here might not know
who Paul Salata is, but I can’t imagine how.
A very brief bio:
The things that matter in Paul Salata’s life are as follows: his
family, USC, Irrelevant Week and helping people -- all sorts of
people in all sorts of ways. He is Orange County’s official master of
ceremonies and suffers from a chronic illness called advanced
kantsayno syndrome, which strikes whenever a charity calls him.
Paul was a gridiron star at USC shortly after the Lusitania was
sunk and went on to play in the NFL with the San Francisco 49ers.
When I met Paul, many seasons ago, I told him it’s always a
pleasure meeting a fellow Italian. Paul said that was great, except
his family is from the part of Italy called “Eastern Europe.” I liked
him straightaway.
More to the point, Paul Salata is the founder, guiding light,
proud papa, whatever, of Irrelevant Week. This year will mark the
28th such celebration of irrelevance. Paul sums up Irrelevant Week in
eight words: “Doing something nice for someone for no reason.”
One “someone” are the charities that benefit from Irrelevant Week.
Each year’s proceeds go to outstanding organizations such as
Children’s Hospital of Orange County, the Orange County Youth Sports
Foundation, Save Our Youth and NFL Charities.
The other “someone” is the player who snags the dubious honor of
being the last pick in that year’s NFL draft, which is how the top
collegiate players make the transition from college “big man on
campus” to NFL “bottom of food chain.”
The NFL draft is simple, assuming you’re an astrophysicist who’s
working on the relationship between sub-atomic particles and black
holes. There are seven rounds of “picks” over the course of two days
in April, during which the 32 NFL teams take turns picking the best
of the best of college football. The team with the worst record in
the previous season gets to pick first. The team with the best record
-- this year, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers -- picks last.
The young man who is picked dead last, having watched some 220
players being selected before him, is the true top dog in the NFL
draft, as far as Salata and company are concerned, and earns the
coveted title of “Mr. Irrelevant.”
To Irrelevant Week fans, the only reason the Super Bowl is played
is to decide which team will pick Mr. Irrelevant a few months later.
It’s interesting how the other 1.5 billion watching the Super Bowl
don’t realize that. In June, Mr. Irrelevant and his family spend a
week they will never forget in a place called Newport Beach, all
expenses paid, except for postcards and mouse ears.
And lest you think Irrelevant Week is, well, irrelevant, consider
this: The NFL draft is a major league big deal -- as in national TV
big, as in “Survivor XIX” big, as in “The Bachelorette” big.
OK, maybe not that big. But it’s big.
In recent years, Irrelevant Week has gone from a quirky charity
event in Newport Beach to a bona fide cog in the wheel of the NFL
draft. When the draft is all but done, and all the picks have been
picked save one, who do you think steps up to the microphone and
announces the very last pick in the NFL draft, i.e., that year’s “Mr.
Irrelevant?”
If your answer was anyone other than “Paul Salata,” you have
embarrassed yourself badly. Come April, watch for yourself, and you
will see our very own Paul S. announce the last draft pick in front a
national TV audience, God and everyone.
But enough of the past. Here is the new wrinkle for this year. At
the Irrelevant Week black-tie banquet, that year’s Mr. Irrelevant
receives the “Lowsman Trophy,” the perfect counterpoint to the
Heismann Trophy, college football’s highest honor.
The Heismann Trophy, provided by New York’s Downtown Athletic
Club, is a striking bronze of a runner in a straight-arm pose, with
the ball securely tucked away. The Lowsman Trophy, provided by
Newport Beach’s University Club, is just as striking, except the
player has a shocked look on his face and has just fumbled the ball
away.
This year, Salata is trying to figure out some way to ensure that
Carson Palmer, USC’s All-American, All-World,
All-Everything-Everywhere, Heisman Trophy winning quarterback, is the
last pick in the NFL draft.
With Palmer being one of the greatest collegiate football players
in history, that has about as much chance of happening as France
being grateful. But if Paul can pull this off, Carson Palmer would be
the first player in history to win a Heisman Trophy and a Lowsman
Trophy!
All right, maybe it’s not a cloned baby, but has anyone seen a DNA
test from the Raelians yet? I rest my case. This is bigger. Much
bigger.
Paul has put the word out to all his buds, which are legion, but
now he’s going national. Anyone can submit a plan to make Carson
Palmer the last NFL draft pick, and thus the first-ever
Heisman-Lowsman Trophy winner, and that includes you.
This isn’t just for instant celebrity and your very own 15 minutes
of fame, I might add. Paul Salata is personally putting up a cash
prize of $500 in American dollars for the winning plan.
The only one that has come over the transom so far is from
Pacoima, and involves kidnapping Carson Palmer and telling the press
he’s been abducted by aliens. Just before the last round, two guys in
alien suits will push him through the doors of the draft headquarters
with a note that reads, “Sorry, our mistake. He doesn’t know anything
but pass plays.”
Needless to say, the 500 bucks is still up for grabs. If you come
up with a plan, you can e-mail it to me and I will pass it on to
Irrelevant Week global headquarters.
Get busy. This is important.
I gotta go.
* PETER BUFFA is a former Costa Mesa mayor. His column runs
Sundays. He may be reached by e-mail at [email protected].
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