Like any great mall, chain restaurant or state fair, the NFL has a mysterious, almost cosmic ability to lure us through the same steeplechase of faux excitement and hysteria week after week, year after year.
The proof in football land arrives around this time each April, when the draft is ripe enough to warrant a press conference ideally headed by each team’s general manager and, if we’re lucky, head of college scouting. By this point, we’re so stuffed full of sugary draft tidbits, so paralyzed by the sensory overload, that this seems like a culmination of our months-long fact-finding mission.