I needed some pants. $80. I scoffed. The next week an email digitally floated into my box pestering me with the perks of capitalism: the same pants made in Sri Lanka, the same pants now $35, directly told to me with targeting marketing. I gave thanks to my browser history and that great capitalist pig. I completed the ritualistic sacrifice by buying two pairs of pants for less than the one all because I waited. Man, do I love deals!
NFL free agency is the same way. Aside from top talent, where voluptuous contracts can be worth it to snag players that can dictate the scheme and philosophy of a team, the rest can wait.