The second week of Free Agency passed without any prurient or otherwise titillating interest. In fact, the whole FA period seemed to be over before it officially began.
If they can milk the draft three days, why not the FA period? Let all teams do their quiet deals, forbidden to disclose any details, then have one team each day, for 32 days, have the news cycle to themselves and announce their activity. This would give fans a whole month to do what they do best: quibble, bitch, moan, threaten, TYPE IN ALL CAPS about the worth or lack of it for each franchise in the league. Or, cheer wildly even though the franchise only signed a backup punter and a fourth string QB.
We’re about to enter the next phase of the NFL’s year long entertainment cycle called Mock Draft Madness. Mock drafts will be sprouting like weeds from sea to shining sea this coming month as every Tom, Dick, and Harry with access to the internet will be gracing us with their predictions.
I’m mulling over whether to put up my own Mock this year, but have not yet settled on a site that I can copy that none of you readers are likely to stumble across and recognize my deceit. I’m honing in on a newspaper in a state that seems a safe bet, located somewhere between Oklahoma, Missouri, Tennessee, and Louisiana. I obviously can’t reveal the exact location.
This Draft doesn’t seem to have much of anything but defensive linemen at the top of the board. No QBs, CBs, or WRs. That might make George Seifert happy, since he drafted one practically every year, to the point of getting booed for it. But it means there’s not much reward for having the two pick versus the five or six pick. So the 49ers will have to choose one hyped guy from another and it’s almost sure to be the wrong one.
No offense, John Lynch, but your eye for talent has yet to be a proven commodity.