There's nothing really wrong with being picked last.
Well, OK, so maybe it's a little humiliating on the grade school playground.
But in the NFL draft, being picked dead last has become sort of a badge of honor and a medal of popularity. It carries a ton of more weight than say, being drafted second-to-last or third-to-last or even 13th-to-last, that's for sure.
Heck, they actually throw you a party in your name when you get picked last in the NFL. You get marching bands, cheerleaders and banners bearing your name – "Mr. Irrelevant."
That's right, during the summer after the draft the last overall pick and his family are invited to spend the week in lovely Newport Beach, Calif.