Hummmmm Baby! The 2011 NFL Draft Week has mercifully arrived.
This year’s draft class has been pawed, poked, analyzed, and shuffled up and down the boards for three long empty months now. It’s Show Time, fake college boys!
Last year at this time, the top six fellows were virtual certainties: Sam Bradford, Ndamukong Suh, Gerald McCoy, Trent Williams, Russell Okung, and Eric Berry. The draft didn’t really get interesting until pick number seven, which was Joe Haden to Cleveland. Groans were heard in Ninerland when draft-throb C.J. Spiller went to Buffalo at pick nine, where he had an undistinguished first year. Had the Niners picked him, he would have had an undistinguished first year here, too. A team like Philly or the Saints, Spiller would have made some news. Buffalo and Singlemindedtary, not a chance.
This year’s top six guys aren’t so well defined. Everyone agrees on only four of them: Marcell Dareus, Patrick Peterson, Von Miller, and A. J. Green. It’s generally assumed that the other two will be QBs Cam Newton and Blaine Gabbert. We shall see.
Nick Fairley and Da’Quan Bowers began the off season as top six guys, but for various reasons have pretty much fallen from these exalted heights, with Bowers doing the most serious face plant. So, things probably won’t get interesting until pick number seven again this year.
Which, as we all know, is the 49ers draft spot. Normally, we could count on the Raiders being slotted ahead of us to waste a pick, but Undead Al’s team outperformed the Niners last year. They still suck, mind you, but they will not be sucking in the draft to our benefit this year. Maybe Buffalo will do something wacky. We can hope.
Three options at pick seven have risen to the top of the blogsville opinion chart: Robert Quinn, Prince Amukamara, or a trade downward a few spots, where we can get an extra pick and still get one of these two.
Rats. I really wanted Peterson. A lock down CB might have gotten us two more wins last year than the pitiful six we attained, and even one more win would have put the team in the playoffs. Of course, that would have meant we’d be looking at year three of you-know-who coaching the team, so maybe those extra wins would not have been a good thing, all in all. A premature ejaculation, so to speak. And I use the clinical/metaphorical meaning here, not the woman’s club snickering/sneering meaning, which would be a shameless attempt to prurientize this post, rather than merely provide space for a superiorly fine humm-baby word, IMHO. Ejaculation. Now there’s a good, solid WOTD that gets underused because of its association with, you know, flopperoni in the wink-wink room. [Ed note: Sheesh, pal, move along already.]
The Niners could get Peterson by trading up to the Bengals spot at pick #4, but it would cost us probably a third, fourth, and seventh to do so. Keeping those picks and drafting Amukamara at seven, or a few spots later, seems like a better way to go. Or just taking Quinn and hoping he turns out to be a Clay Matthews type pass rusher. Teaming him with Justin Smith on the right side of our D-line sounds like a scary combo for opposing QBs.
At any rate, there won’t be any lawyers in the room for awhile. Hallelujah! Well, except for today, that is. It’s expected that Judge Jensen will rule on the injunction this morning. Okay, babe, trot out your ruling, watch it get appealed, and then step aside. Your fifteen minutes of fame are over.
Let the last second draft heebee jeebees begin.