Well, it’s almost here. After the Super Bowl and the Presidential Election, the NFL Draft is probably the third most overhyped event in America.
Apparently, the 49ers are going to take a linebacker, a cornerback, an offensive lineman, or trade down from the number 9 pick. After that, who knows?
I doubt John Lynch will be drafting anybody who failed a drug test at the Combine or got sent home for threatening a hospital worker, though. Making the same mistake twice was never an issue for former GM Trent Baalke, who was a serial repeat offender during his tenure. But Lynch is not likely to be that dumb.
The pre-draft news has been dominated by the four or five quarterbacks who are likely to be picked in the first round, but New Orleans HC Sean Payton thinks none of them are likely to become elite QBs, except maybe for Sam Darnold. I can’t keep these guys straight, probably from complete inattention to detail, but Payton should know, right?
Maybe. He had Drew Brees fall in his lap, which is what made him worth listening to. Just like Bill Belichick had Tom Brady fall in his lap. And some say Joe Montana fell into Bill Walsh‘s lap, too, since he reportedly wanted Phil “Gag Me” Simms instead. Great players falling into your lap has an inordinate effect on the history of the NFL I’m tempted to surmise.
Of course, this would take quite a bit of luster off the fellows holding down the 32 GM jobs around the league, so the NFL has blackballed any effort to point this out. They’d probably blackball me, too, but I have cleverly kept this blog insignificant and powerless for its duration on the web, so far under the radar that not even the Russians have noticed its presence.
So enjoy finding the non-fake TRUTH, still languishing harmlessly in various tiny pot holes around the globe, as it falls into your lap ever so quietly and fortuitously.