There is no better hangover remedy for the 31 teams that fall short of a Super Bowl victory than the NFL Draft. In a flash, painful disappointments fade away and all teams cups’ overfloweth with bright hopes as they ride in on rainbow striped unicorns.
In what has become as great of an NFL tradition as booing Commissioner Roger Goodell, the draft is that glorious time when gaping roster potholes can be repaired, bums can be replaced and stopwatch gawking scouts and ravenous fans can revel in the ultimate smorgasbord of football geekdom.
The draft was certainly the perfect hair of the dog for the Pittsburgh Steelers who filed away 2015 as a season of rampant inconsistency, baffling personnel obstinacy blended with seductive glimmers of future greatness.