I'm staring at a three-ring binder in the draft war room at Broncos headquarters in Dove Valley, Colorado. It's 2006, my fourth year as general manager. The scene around me looks like I'm at NASA headquarters: old-school notebooks scattered everywhere, a huge screen at the front of the room and computers flashing with statistical analysis.
But I'm not trying to launch a rocket. I'm just trying to figure out what to make of the kid whose name is printed on the scouting report in the binder: Jay Christopher Cutler.
You can guess the basics of what I was looking at.