Quite a few days left before the 2018 Draft. Plenty of time for another 6,000 seven round mock drafts to clutter up the NFL universe in an annual exercise that is 99 & 100% pure bullshit.
To some, it’s entertaining bullshit, so have at it, you cheerful lunatics. To others, it’s an inducement to become a baseball fan or go stand on the ledge of a ten story building singing “What’s it all about, Alfie?”.
With all the various bodies trotting across the landscape, from the combine through to the Draft, muttering dumb shit right and left — from players, coaches, and self-appointed analysts — this time of year has become a smorgasbord for every two-bit media wonk ready to pounce on every phrase that deviates from the social justice universe preferred by the various hacks.
Niner Nation is virtually unreadable during the offseason, endlessly pushing the Kaepernick agenda and this year adding in the imagined Eric Reid injustice. To these fleebs, these two players are almost superstars. To people who actually watch the games, these two are bench warmers who played themselves out of starting roles and would rather complain about a league-wide conspiracy than admit their diminished skills.
Pro Football Talk started off as a good idea a long time ago, but is now virtually an anti-NFL entity dispensing its own judgments on every issue that crops up in the league and a whole slew of issues that don’t. It’s Mike Florio reverting to what he was — a lawyer — instead of a guy with minimal football knowledge running an NFL rumor and gossip site.
There was a time, and not that long ago, where the blogosphere was Matt Maiocco, Matt Barrows, and Kevin Lynch and the talk was about football, 24/7, with a generous sprinkling of insults thrown about with relish. Now the Chronicle blog is closed, Maiocco’s on TV, and Lowell Cohn’s son is spewing rabble-rousing manure at the Press Democrat.
What happened? Where did all the diverting amusement of the NFL go? The camaraderie of pigskin bloviation? Has it been slain by the relentless march of the politically correct, humorless millennial mob of diptoids?