The University of Idaho Argonaut

If you’re the last kid chosen on the playground for kickball, you suck and probably belong on the tetherball courts. If you’re the last one picked for a group project, you’re getting paired up with the smelly kid. Nobody wants to be picked last.
David Vobora doesn’t belong on the tetherball courts with the other kids who suffered playground natural selection. Congratulations are in order for Vobora — the last pick in the 2008 NFL Draft, No. 252.

He’s fulfilling his dream and the dreams of so many football players to be chosen by an NFL organization. He’s also getting a week long party because of it.
“Mr. Irrelevant,” the last pick’s title, is hardly insignificant. In 1976, USC football star Paul Salata started “Mr. Irrelevant” for University of Dayton’s Kelvin Kirk who was picked 487th by the Pittsburgh Steelers. For 22 years, the last pick of the NFL Draft has been honored with a weeklong celebration in Newport Beach, Calif.

Vobora will be wined and dined, a VIP at yacht clubs and the Disney Resort, and roasted by professional athletes and media from across the nation. He is even presented a trophy — The Lowsman, a bronze fumbling football player.
Vobora isn’t disappointed at all. He’d have to be an idiot to be down. He’s excited to be an NFL athlete and have his dreams come true.

“I guess once I found out about all this ‘Mr. Irrelevant’ stuff, I figured there might be a couple stories or something like that, but I didn’t think it would be anything like this,” Vobora said. “This is really legitimately celebrity status.”
If last place was honored with a “Mr. Irrelevant” party every time, what would happen to competition?
John Daly would’ve died years  ago.

Michael Phelps would throw his races and be getting DUI’s in rickshaws on the way to pool in the Beijing Olympics.
The World’s Biggest Loser would compete in the Glutton Bowl.
For 86 years, the Red Sox would have seen it as a blessing and would have thanked Bill Buckner over and over and over on the It’s a Small World ride in Disneyland.

The media would’ve been in Dan Marino’s locker room after Super Bowl XIX watching him shower in champagne.
The Angels in the Outfield would’ve all gone straight to hell.
The Washington Generals are hired to lose. It wouldn’t be fair.
If dead last partied hard, the Idaho Vandal football team would be awaiting their week long regatta for being projected last place in the NCAA – and we’d all be grabbing Robb Akey by the legs for a keg stand.