Almost every year, my birthday falls on the first day of the NFL Draft. It’s pure serendipity; it’s my favorite day of the year.
…uh, that and my anniversary. (Hi, wife.)
…er, and Christmas. (Hi, Jesus.)
So I brought in my birthday the way every God fearing American should: I got slovenly intoxicated over the course of three hours and rang in the first round of the 2011 NFL Draft at a local pub. In one hand, a Sam Adams Winter Lager. The other, a golf pencil with which I jot my big board down onto a coaster.
This year, Scott Pioli did not disappoint, and got me (read: us) a hell of a present.
The Chiefs did not have the value at the positions that they wanted, so they traded down until they did. They received twice as much value from the Browns (~250 points) that the jump from the Trade Chart suggested the jump would be worth (~120 points). They traded the pick to a team that wasn’t leapfrogging anybody in particular (the Colts weren’t going to select Taylor). And landed us an EARLY third round pick.
And then, the topper. They landed a player who has Pro Bowl potential, who is a deep threat, and can keep defenses honest. At a one-pick discount, too, since the Ravens weren’t on the board.
It’s been a long day. Forgive me for not having a more comprehensive argument. We’ve got months for that.
In the meantime: Bravo, Pioli. Bravo.