Love/Hate: The NFL Draft Edition

The 2024 NFL Draft is almost here.

Some of us are very excited and some of us could not possibly care less.

Some kids warmed up in the outfield before Little League games, because it made them feel like they were in The Show. Some kids wore tearaway pants in the layup line, because they were going to be the next Kobe. Today, some guys watch Caddyshack or Happy Gilmore before big golf tournaments to get ready. And the nerdiest of nerds, watch Draft Day the night before the draft.

I am every single one of those people. Sprints in the outfield, tearaway pants, Happy Gilmore; I even wore tall socks to emulate Keith Van Horn. (The 90’s got weird sometimes.)

And, fuck yea, I’m watching Draft Day tonight. Go ahead watch the trailer, just the tip.

BUT, there are some people who don’t give a FUCK about the NFL Draft or any other draft for that matter.

Comedian Bill Burr made the best argument against watching the draft. And it makes sense. The draft is like “…going to a graduation ceremony where you don’t know anyone who is graduating.”

I get it, it’s a compilation of a list, it takes forever, and most fans don’t have any idea who these guys are aside from what popped up on the Google search, <insert favorite team> draft rumors.

For me, I can’t get enough of it. When I played Madden as a kid, I would simulate the entire season so I could make offseason moves. Then they released a GM Mode. Goddamn, it’s a surprise I ever got to enjoy the summer.

This year is different, I’ll be releasing my first ever mock draft tomorrow morning. Throughout the day, I’ll be releasing my positional rankings. And I’m sure I’ll take to Twitter or X during the draft to say….something. But, I also understand that no one is coming to me for draft information…. yet.

I’ve been too right about player evaluations in the past to not get it out there now. Especially, because I am a strong believer that most of these talking heads form a consensus, release varying degrees of the same projections, no one gets hurt, we all move on.

But, fuck that, evaluators should be held accountable. We should all be held accountable. I’d put my record against any of these professional yappers, but without a track record on record, it’s all just “trust me bro”.

Make no mistake, my plan is to be the fans reckoning. No more dusty talking heads droning on about hand size and what they’re hearing. They aren’t hearing shit. They can listen to Jimi all they want, but they ain’t hearing him.

For now, I’ll nerd out, watch Draft Day, and continue this wherever it takes me.