I missed the 2018 NFL Draft. I was driving out West to go climb back into that Grand Canyon. I listened on the AM long as I could until Kool-Aid powder colored coronations protecting the graves of ghosts popped up and waves could no longer reach. My crystals were rearranged thanks to a Sedona omelet while the Texans’ finally made their picks. I laughed at the surreal absurdity the Sonoran Desert has to offer and climbed onto the plateau when it came to a conclusion.
But, now, I’m caught up, and have come to the conclusion that yes, the Texans had a great draft.