I’m about to ramble about the NFL draft, but bear with me. I’ve been tangled in this draft madness for way too long—staring at the first round as if it’s the only thing that matters. Spoiler alert: It’s absolutely not.
Now, take the Jets—oh man, talk about a team with… issues? Let’s call them that. Day 2 rolls in and, honestly, history hasn’t been kind to them. Besides Breece Hall and Joe Tippmann—two names you might actually want to remember—they’ve mostly been swinging bats in the dark. And striking out, at that.
Seriously, we’re talking Jachai Polite, Chuma Edoga, Denzel Mims — it’s like listing ingredients for a recipe that’s gone terribly wrong. Then there’s Ashtyn Davis and Jabari Zuniga. I’d almost laugh if this wasn’t about people’s careers. Elijah Moore, too. It’s like… is there a curse on these guys or is it just bad luck? I’m not into superstitions, but who knows?
There are a couple of wildcards still hanging in there, Jeremy Ruckert and Malachi Corley. I can’t decide if I’m more hopeful or skeptical. Probably a little of both, but that’s where I’m at. It’s like being stuck choosing between cold pizza or a questionable hot dog at a football game. It’s… complicated.
So yeah, maybe that first round isn’t everything—draft magic happens all over the place. Or at least, it could, if these teams play their cards right. Which, given the Jets’ history, is a big, fat ‘if.’ Anyway—where was I? Right, drafting. It’s this chaotic theater that I can’t help but watch. What a world.
