-As I said on Thursday, this weekend was the NFL draft, and I am contractually obligated to do a recap. The draft lasted about 6 and a half hours on Friday, and almost 10 on saturday. I'm doing this recap with the hope that this is new to all of you because you spent that 16 hours doing something, anything, outside. Remember that I watch the whole draft only as an act of great sacrifice, so that you don't have to (not true).
-The Jets traded up in the first round of the draft to select Mark Sanchez, the QB from USC. The Jets used a ton of picks to acquire a player who they hope will be a good investment. If he doesn't pan-out than the Jets will be hurting for years. Its a very similar situation to the economy. Actually thats a really good analogy. And Brett Favre is like a bailout! And Thomas Jones is like Ben Bernanke (but thats an obvious one). So that makes new Jets coach Rex Ryan President Obama? I think I need a little help with that last one.
-As I said last week, Percy Harvin did fall a little bit from where he was expected to go because of the positive marijuana test at the combine. He ended up going with the 22nd overall pick to the Minnesota Vikings. The Vikings said, "Pot? You can smoke Pot all you want. We just ask that you don't do it, or anything else for that matter, on our boat."
-Maryland WR Darrius Heyward-Bey was drafted 7th overall (really?) by the Oakland Raiders. There isn't a worse thing in the entire world that could have happened to Darrius that would still result in him making millions of dollars. If you can find the video of DHB getting the phone call from the organization, it is one of the most emblematic shots you will ever see. Everyone around him is going nuts; they know that he just made the NFL, he's going to be rich (maybe we'll see some of that money too? but whatever its cool. Whenever you get around to it) and he just fulfilled a dream of making the NFL. But the look on his face tells a different story. He isn't smiling, he isn't crying, he isn't even blinking. There isn't even a hint of a speck of emotion on his face. He's just staring....... He is realizing that in addition to all the pressures of being drafted way ahead of where he should have been (he was really a late first round pick; and now he has to perform for one of the most ruthless fan bases in the NFL) he has to play for Al Davis in Oakland! If Michael Vick got out of jail tomorrow and his only contract offer was from the Raiders (don't be surprised when that's the case by the way) I garuntee he'd be wishing he was back in Jail by the third day of mini-camp. So there on the couch sat DHB, with his family going bonkers, as his life flashes before his eyes. Someone behind him tries to put a Raider's hat on, and he fights like he was a dog and you were trying to put a sweater on him. The Michael Crabtree, the best receiver in the draft, gets drafted 3 picks later to play like 6 miles away in San Fransisco. If you're Sam Bowie (God Forbid) you can't live in the same neighborhood as Michael. DHB just moved in next door to his MJ, Good luck.
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