I was getting a little burned out.
At one point in my life, I was a voracious consumer of the NFL Draft. I read every single mock draft I could get my hands on, pored over the scouting reports of every single potential Buckeye draftee (and every potential Bengals target), and tried to watch as many highlights of past games as I could.
And then I hit a wall. I got frustrated with the ever-expanding bloat of coverage, and got tired of the focus shifting from the players as, you know, players, to the idea of players as individual human beings with families and backgrounds and personal lives.