It’s that time of year, gang. Time for the most absurd of takes. Time for Daniel Jones = QB1. Time for Jon Gruden and Mike Mayock locking themselves in a dimly-lit conference room and Greco-Roman wrestling over how high to rank Drew Lock.
I can’t prove the last one happened, but you can’t prove it didn’t. Let’s call it a draw and move on.
The NFL Draft is 10% draft and 90% pageant. It’s a live-action melodrama in the worst way, and I spend all season thirsting after it just to be driven mad by the excruciating drumroll of foolish hot-takery beforehand.