As I contemplate how I could have been so wrong about Tiny Richardson or Ja'wuan James for that matter, Another draft has gone by and here I sit with index cards all over my desk, spread sheets and a media player full of obscure football clips. Why do I do it? No one else besides me gives a damn what I think but Mel Kiper: people swear by his every word or maybe they just swear. Either way he gets to sit there with his hair that only Donald Trump would love and gets paid (a lot) for it.
After the draft is over I put all the stuff away since its pretty worthless now because the real deal is coming up and how they did in College doesn't mean a damn thing now. Will Khalil Mack become the next Ray Lewis? Sammy Watkins the next Andre Reed? Johnny Football the next Doug Fluite or Brady Quinn? Time will tell and for some reason next year I will do the same thing and after its all over wonder why I was so wrong again.