Rd 5, Pick #170, George Bussey, OT, Louisville. Another really big meat-tank for the O-Line. They are laying the groundwork for a Visa commercial before our very eyes, if Visa is around in a year. Let me explain something about being a draftnik: you pick one binkie in the O Line department, and you stick to it. You never, ever go into deep research on these guys, because like everybody except O Linemen and actual personnel guys, you consider these O-linemen basically gelatinous biomass with one tentacle that reaches down to the ground at the beginning of every play. Truthfully I have no idea why we consider one of these guys better than the other of them, and they look way too much like football fans for my taste. At any rate, this one was picked in the low fifth round, which further pushes him out of the ranks of athletes and down to the next rung on the evolutionary ladder, which I believe is inhabited by some of the dimmer types of hippopotamus. Grade: D
Rd 6, Pick #198, Jake Ingram, LS, Hawaii Hawaii? A LONG SNAPPER from Hawaii??? Everybody knows the Rainbow Warriors can't long-snap to save their dugout canoes, if you know what I'm saying. Okay I don't even know what I'm saying. Nobody has a long-snapper program. You just have a long-snapper, typically a center who dreams of bigger things, or more precisely, bigger snaps. Or maybe just doesn't like the back of another man's hand exploring the contours of his taint without even the usual courtesy of an announcement such as "we've selected you at random from among the other passengers." If a long-snapper's lucky, his program decides it wants to pump up the size of its scholarship program while he's there, and dedicates a whole roster spot to his little corner of the football universe. Well, having waved goodbye (with the back of our hand) to the familiar taint of Lonnie Paxton, we had to hire some other such specialized perversion of nature, and Jake Ingram seems to have found the golden ticket in his Wonka bar this year. Much more interesting than the pick is the incredible mind-frak of actually bothering to trade up a spot just in case the Ravens also coveted this particular long-snapper. True explanation: Everybody knows lightning doesn't strike twice, and the Pats are therefore superstitious about ever again picking at #199. After all, if they took this guy at 199 they'd have to hope they got the greatest long-snapper in the league AND the greatest QB in the league at precisely the same spot. "Greatest long-snapper in the league." How strange a phrase is that? Seriously: If you can get excited about a long-snapper, you can get excited about baseball (all 9 innings, 162 games a year, not just the last inning of World Series Games 3-7.) Oh. So you're the one. Grade: A bored gentleman's C
Rd 6, Pick 207, Myron Pryor, DT, Kentucky. Don't look at him. Don't nickname him, tempting as it may be. MyPry. Crap I've done it. Don't call him by his name or nickname, and don't look into his eyes. He's camp fodder, dead the moment training camp begins. He's on a fool's errand, hoping against hope to rocket straight to the bottom rung of the middle, fighting to back up the best DT in the league, and the best-regarded DT in the league (two different guys by the way.) So, although his blank and incomprehending stare is world-class, it would seem unlikely that we call ol' MyPry's number any time soon after drafting him. In fact they might not even assign him a number, preferring to stitch the symbol "#" on his jersey. Grade: B. Pickins are slim. It's not like a 6th rounder ever made anything of himself on this team.
Rd 7, Pick 232, Julian Edelman, WTF, Kent State Ohhhhhhh strategic blunder! They obviously thought Sammie Stroughter would still be there at 234! Curse you, Baltimore! Curse you! Yanking your chain of course, I have no idea who he is either. Edelman, however, is another swiss army knife to pitch into the drawer of swiss army knives that are the hallmark of Pats' drafts. It's like the Klingon or the Vulcan on a Star Trek show. You have to have one "special character" in each draft that has sixteen different skill sets, none of them particularly well developed. Wait, I know, he can steal away the QB position from Brady! No, he can steal away a WR spot from Joey Galloway, Randy Moss, or Wes Welker! No I know, he can be our version of the Wildcat offense dude morphed for passing instead of running, until fifteen minutes from now when all defenses figure out how to Wildcat-proof themselves. But I have to confess to pulling for this guy on ethnic grounds. The kid could be the next Sage Rosenfels or Jay Fiedler. Except I could shep nacches for those guys from a distance. Eh well. Chances are the same will be true of Edelman by August (Julian calendar, of course). If Miami still knows what's good for their gate, BB gets a 3 out of them in 2010 for this guy by the time training camp's over. Julian, we hardly knew ya. Grade: Gimel
Rd 7, Pick 234, Darryl Richard, DT, Georgia Tech: Okay koolaid break. Consider, as ESPN tells us, there were once 17 rounds to this thing, before they had to televise it. Sure. And baseball's ancester cricket lasts a week with scores in the hundreds, and timeouts so guys can change sweaters when the weather changed. But sure, in the olden days, this would be a mid-round pick. More koolaid: if you think about it, there are only 233 better players in the whole freaking country to pick from. Could you say that at your first post-college interview? "Yeah I'm number 234 out of the whole country, a s s clown, but you're a freaking Home Depot looking for an assistant manager, so I'm pretty sure we're even." Had you had that little gem on your resume, you probably would have got that job. Okay it's great to have contingency plans along the D-line, but urgent Western Union for Mr. Belichick: Seymour and Warren are not frightened. Grade: B Would have been an A if we'd landed Sammie Stroughter.
And that concludes PFnV's Official Pats Draftnik Analysis Thread for this year. Rookie Minicamp, real live minicamp, training camp, and labyrynthine trades of all variety await. And then, that great shining grail we all seek, that pot of gold at the end of the off-season rainbow, that true definition of "penultimate," yes, the pre-season.
God there's a lot of time between football seasons.
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