The lines of opinion appear to be drawn.
The NYET, NYET, NYET side is championed by Biz with his fully rational (albeit jaded by his recent unsuccessful drafting of Neale as a near top draft pick for his DuFFLe team) insistence of heading to the draft fully armed with a couple of high picks to add some scrawny kids into the team;
On the other hand, Stoney fronts up with his barely discernable, grog fuelled, free-form grammatically thrashed ramblings that seem to say damn the torpedoes, grab the b*stard at any cost and let's get a flag before Mikey and Fyfe get wheeled into a nursing home.
Tough choice, what a dilemma.