Draft Day is like Christmas. You know you’re getting presents, but you hope to god your parents picked the ones you wanted.
(And, for the record, in what I can only describe as my very accurate opinion, the best present Eagles fans received in the past decade was Brian Westbrook.)
So, on the subject of parents, here is the problem with visiting yours during the NFL draft: conflict of interest.
When are the Penn Relays ever worth channel flipping during the NFL draft? I’ll go with never.
Being that my father knows me, and is a huge football fan himself, I ask the question: WHY? Why would he ever think that the Penn Relays should take precedent over the NFL draft? And not even that, but he kept trying to explain the Penn Relays to me, and god love him, I was trying my hardest to care. But I never run, I don’t know anything about track or field, and frankly – I’m okay with that.
I just wanted to say, “Dad. We’re talking the NFL Draft, here. C’mon! You know I can’t multi-task, remember the Ritalin I lived on in high school? Have a heart!” But, being that he gave me life and I love him for it, I refrained.
Thank GOD for me that the relays were only on for an hour. Someone out there was looking out for me.
So the Eagles picked Maclin in the first round. I have to be honest; I’m semi-confused about this one. I agree that we needed a wide receiver badly – we haven’t had anyone solid since T.O. left – but he isn’t all that big, for starters. Weren’t there some other WRs that might have made more sense for us? We’ll see. Honestly, whoever knows until the players step on the field? I sincerely hope he rocks it out for us.
This is where I have to come out with my embarrassing confession of the day. When the Ravens selected Michael Oher, whose story I saw earlier before the draft started, my heart was happy – despite my strong hatred for the Ravens. When I saw his tears of happiness, and heard his word of gratitude and dedication to his profession, I’m not going to lie – I teared up, too. Talent is nothing without character, and sadly, character is hard to come by in the NFL these days. (Thank you, Michael Vick for your outstanding contribution to society, by the way).
It’s probably safe to say I am the first person to ever cry during the NFL draft.
From there on out, my only hope was that LeSean McCoy could hold on through to our 2nd round spot, which was 53.
Miracles happen everyday, after all.
Tomorrow will wrap up the following rounds. Can’t wait to see what other new talent we’ll recruit. And, on that note – FLY, EAGLES, FLY.