DALLAS — Bradley Chubb is wondering what’s inside the oversized plastic Hobby Lobby bag his agent is toting down the hallway of The Adolphus Hotel.
“We’re 23 and a half hours away,” replies the agent, Erik Burkhardt, as Chubb opens the door to his suite.
It’s 7:30 p.m. central time on the eve of the NFL draft, and uncertainty abounds. This is true of the draft every year, but especially this year, when the identity of the No. 1 pick was shrouded in secrecy from even Browns senior staffers until hours before they were on the clock.