As I watched the NFL Draft last Thursday night holding a beer in one hand and trying to get a bartender's attention for a second beer with the other, I'll admit I was hoping for Trent Richardson. Contrary to everything we've learned about the risks of picking high on running backs (durability, dog-year football lifespan, may decide weed is more important), I just kept coming back to him. Why? (Forget it, Bill. He's a Brown. How is this relevant now?) Shut up, Rational Bill! Dead-horse Bill is talking...what an asshole. Anyway, I'll tell you why. Five hundred carries without a drop and only one fumble in his entire college career. Money! Now he's headed to Cleveland where the nicest thing you can say about that city is the Cuyahoga River hasn't caught fire in over 40 years. Kudos!
Then the Buccaneers pulled the old switcharoo on us pseudo-experts and picked the Alabama safety Mark Barron over the DB Claiborne. No problem. Anybody on that championship defense is a stud, we need a safety as much as any other defensive player, and the guy hits like John Lynch. Plus after Morris Claiborne scored about as high as Morris the cat on the Wonderlic Test, there was speculation whether or not the kid could pour piss out of a boot if the directions were written on the heel.