Man, the Eagles’ war room seems to be running a draft clinic this year.Granted, one never truly can assess a draft for several years. But what the hell. Instant analysis is not only more immediate, it’s the God-given right of all bloggers.Well, let me just say that the Birds are revving us up into a zooming state of anticipation. Their draft so far has been one heavy with possibilities, literally and figuratively.Some folks examine drafts picks like some souls inspect iridescent flora. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.And although this draft still is in the fifth round as I write this, I’m seeing an Eagles draft as good looking as Jessica Simpson. OK, perhaps that’s a stretch, but you get the point. The Eagles made a trade to move up to the No. 99 overall pick in the fourth round today and grabbed yet another big-bodied lineman in offensive guard Max Jean-Gilles from Georgia. This dude is 6-4 and 355 pounds and actually can play football as well as block out the sun.The Birds swapped disgruntled defensive tackle Hollis Thomas and the 108th pick to New Orleans for the chance to pluck Jean-Gilles with the second pick of the fourth round. Also in the fourth round, Philadelphia picked Michigan wideout Jason Avant, who caught passes from Wilson grad Chad Henne. Avant has size and is a playmaker, but won’t give you a vertical dimension, courtesy of a turtle-like 4.7 in the 40. Pencil him in as a proverbial possession receiver. The Birds picked Avant with the 109th choice after a three-way exchange with Minnesota and Green Bay that also sent reserve offensive lineman Artis Hicks to the Vikings.Then the Birds drafted return specialist Jeremy Bloom of Colorado with the 147th overall pick in the fifth round.Bloom, you may recall, is a two-time Olympic skier who lost his final two seasons of college football eligibility because of skiing endorsement deals. Bloom obviously has a lot of fast-twitch muscles and should be hell on wheels whenever snow blankets the field.You can scroll down a tad to catch my pithy observations on the Eagles’ first day of the draft yesterday.But in case you’re either too lazy or have to rush outside to cut the grass, I’ll quickly recap that the Birds done good. Real good.Defensive tackle Brodrick Bunkley in the first round and offensive tackle Winston Justice in the second round have the potential to accrue considerable frequent-flier miles to Hawaii for the Pro Bowl. In the third round, Philadelphia picked Chris Gocong, a defensive end from Cal Poly who rushes the passer quite well.Naturally, the Birds are going to move him to strongside linebacker, a spot where they traditionally don’t send the backer after the quarterback. I suspect they may be flexible if the guy proves to be the real deal. They’re also hopeful he can acquire the pass-coverage skills to shadow tight ends. Then again, all NFL teams are hopeful in April. We shall see what the cold winds of December bring to the equation. But for now, let us all bask in that delicious April sunshine.P.S. An update:The Eagles completed their picking by taking another outside linebacker in Tennessee’s Omar Gaither with the 168th selection in the fifth round and another defensive tackle in USC’s LaJuan Ramsey with the 204th overall pick in the sixth round. Reid selected more linemen than even Met-Ed has. A MIA in the Birds’ stockpile of fresh bodies was a running back. Hopefully Brian Westbrook stays in one piece.Again the operative word is hope.
The Philadelphia Eagles, who are thin at offensive tackle with Father Time tugging on Jon Runyan and the orthopedists tugging on Tra Thomas’ creaky back, stocked up at that crucial spot in the second round of today’s NFL Draft.From a football perspective, it was an outstanding pick.When they took USC’s Winston Justice, they got a first-round pick in the second round. The 6-foot-6, 319-pound tackle tackle, who adroitly protected Matt Leinart’s blindside in college, boasts astounding athleticism. The dude moves as explosively as a large predatory cat.But there was a reason that Justice plummeted out of the first round, his stock dropping so quickly that one wondered if someone had tied an anchor to his ankles.Someone had. Winston Justice himself.NFL history is dense with bad boys. Some repented and played well. Others were train wrecks that derailed their careers.Justice has been a bad boy. His days at USC had a squalid element off the field. He pleaded no contest to three misdemeanor charges for waving a replica gun at another student in 2004, and the school suspended him for that season. In 2003 he was sentenced to probation after being arrested for soliciting a prostitute.An altar boy he ain’t.In light of the T.O. fiasco, you wonder why the straight-laced Andy Reid and Company overlooked Justice’s mottled character. Perhaps Justice convinced them he has atoned for his sins. Still, the redemption business does have significant risk.They apparently really coveted the guy, warts and all, because he can be an awesome on-field force field. To grab him at the 39th pick, they traded their second-round choice, the 45th, and their fourth-rounder this year to the Titans.Hopefully Justice doesn’t have to face the scales of justice while he’s an Eagle.
Although Andy Reid loves to throw the football a zillion times a game, the former BYU lineman has a fixation on the trenches.The explosion at the line of scrimmage makes Reid’s eyeballs go TILT. Linemen are the epicenter of his draft selections. He loves to pluck monsters who can pound the pudding out of folks.It happened again this afternoon. The Philadelphia Eagles got the man they wanted and they didn’t even have to trade up in the draft.Yep, sitting there at the 14th pick was Florida State’s Brodrick Bunkley, a 6-foot-2, 305-pound defensive tackle who can bench press 225 pounds 44 times. This dude has pecs bigger than mountains. And Reid hopes the guy helps give the Birds a shortcut back to the mountaintop. Jeez, even the guy’s name has a percussive ring to it. This was the fourth consecutive year the Eagles have drafted an offensive or defensive lineman with their first draft pick.Last year they chose defensive tackle Mike Patterson. Bunkley is a powerful inside stud. Rushing in tandem, Bunkley and Patterson should be a bloodthirsty, fiercely attacking duo.The Birds generated precious little pass pressure last season, which caused their secondary to be shredded to ribbons at times.Bunkley had a butt-kicking senior season at Florida State. He had 66 tackles, nine sacks and 25 tackles for loss last year.Various scouting reports say Bunkley is a penetrating one-gap lineman who’s versatile enough to be used in different schemes. Besides his exceptional explosion, he has hiccup-quick first-step explosion. He also plays with leverage and is fluid enough to stunt effectively.Plus, he’s hungry enough to eat up folks in one ruthless bite. When it comes to a D-lineman, you want a guy with a bigger motor than a 747.Granted, nobody’s perfect. Some scouts say Bunkley must learn to use his hands more effectively and develop more moves. He also has had some knee injuries. The Eagles won’t twitch back to life just because they landed Bunkley. But his selection should calm those Eagles fans who have been holding their breath.
The annual meat market that is the NFL Draft starts tomorrow.For draftniks, this is a holy day that should dawn with puffs of incense dotting the horizon. Not to mention a dollop or two of reverential silence. Draft gurus, who likely will have to be whisked away for convalescence after Sunday’s final selection is announced, will be transfixed by their TV and computer screens the entire weekend.Lawns will go unmowed, spouses and children will be neglected, and the real world will be disdained as totally irrelevant.Draft aficionados will perch in their cocoons of concentration as NFL teams, short on treasure, try to hit the jackpot in this human lottery.Thank God this is NFL Draft Eve because my eyeballs are about to burst from watching way too many snippets of videotape and reading oodles too many mock drafts. The draft has become an epic enterprise, a gargantuan circus of hype that dwarfs its true impact on the league’s landscape. And its sheer enormity spews streams of garrulous commentary that is the ultimate in sensory overload.
Self-proclaimed draft experts trumpet the wisdom of seers. But that’s the stuff of fantasia.
Nobody can accurately predict the first round in its entirety, let alone subsequent rounds. Too many variables come into play to muck up the algebra.
Assuming the Houston Texans don’t shock the world by selecting yours truly instead of USC running back Reggie Bush with the top pick, the real drama of Saturday’s first round is where the trinity of talented QBs falls.
There is enough intrigue about their destinations to make a CIA sleuth salivate.
Vince Young of Texas, Matt Leinart of USC and Jay Cutler of Vanderbilt are the QBs whose merits, or the lack thereof, have spawned even more molten debate than George W.’s Iraqi war.
For instance, will it be Young or Leinart who gets plucked by the Titans at No. 3 (assuming the Saints at No. 2 don’t go QB)?
The Jets at No. 4 need a quarterback even more desperately than Barry Bonds needs a miracle worker for a publicist. But conventional wisdom has them taking a pass on a passer.
So then what? Will the Raiders at No. 7 take Leinart or Young?
So does the survivor of that dynamic duo then go into freefall if Detroit at No. 9, Arizona at No. 10 and St. Louis at No. 11 also forget that quarterback is the most important swan in the ballet?
Next port of call could be Baltimore at No. 13 or Minnesota at No. 17.
And whither the strong-armed Cutler, whom some scouts feel has even more value than the freakish but flawed Young or the polished but perhaps peaked Leinart?
And I haven’t even factored in the distinct probability of teams trading up or down.
There is a good news-bad news element to a quarterback who drops like an anvil down the first-round draft board.
The good news: The further one falls, the softer the landing because theoretically one is going to a better team.
The bad news: Each lower rung on the board significantly deflates the size of one’s contract. Which is a matter of perspective. Nobody plucked in the first round plays for chump change.
Speaking of chumps, I will be one of those nut jobs glued to my TV and PC.
Truth be told, you will be able to cut the tension as well as the ring baloney with a knife in our household as each NFL teams takes its subsequent turn on the clock.
High drama indeed.
It’s a good thing that Berks County folks are a square-jawed brood. Because apparently our lungs are blacker than my old man’s mood when I was a rambunctious young punk.Yep, according to the American Lung Association of Pennsylvania, Reading’s air is among the dirtiest — insert wheeze here — of any metropolitan area in the country. Don’t inhale when you read this, but the association gave Reading “F” grades for fine particulate matter and ozone pollution. In fact, air pollution is worse in Reading than in many major cities, including Philadelphia, Boston, and almost every one in the southern U.S. — insert cough here — except Atlanta and Birmingham, Ala.Since many of us rank breathing right up there with eating, this is the sort of news to make us hack up a lung or two. It certainly doesn’t tickle our impish side.Like other areas, automobile emissions are choking us to death. Of course, if rocketing gasoline prices continue to escalate somewhere near Jupiter, we may all die a bit slower.Well, maybe not here in Berks County. Apparently our geographic location is smothering us in fine particulate matter that turns our lungs into dartboards.I wish we could move the pin on our map. Because our location, with major cities to the south and west, means a constant stream of pollution — insert gasp here — blowing across our borders.Since we Americans certainly haven’t treated pollution as if it were a ticking time bomb, taking a brisk stroll anywhere in Berks won’t be a bucolic journey for eons.So unless we somehow find the funding streams and the technology to wrap all of Berks in a gigantic plastic bubble, hold your breath when you step outdoors.
Suffice it to say that my eyes turned glittery with primitive darkness when I read in my favorite morning newspaper today that traffic in Berks County by 2024 is going to be an absolute abomination.Our highways and byways are going to be clogged worse than my arteries likely will be at that point. And you can’t put stents into a highway system.Indeed, the puzzlements of modern times are a challenge.For those of us who will have hooked or sliced into the senior citizen category by then, at least we can cling fondly to the memory of the days when we could breeze along the West Shore Bypass. Then again, there could be less gaps between bumper-to-bumper traffic than there will be in my memory banks. With a projected 500,000 registered vehicles in the county by 2024, hopefully my commuting days by then will have been terminated by retirement or death.Of course, if my 401(k) stabs me in the wallet and I’m forced to work as a greeter at one of the two dozen Wal-Marts that likely will be here by 2024, hopefully all our cars will be able to take commuter flight just like they did in the “Jetsons” TV show of yesteryear.Jeez, then what would all those PennDOT crews do when there no longer is any need to install medial barriers?
OK, Tony Snow of Fox News is now President Bush’s press secretary.What’s the news in that? I thought all the Fox folks were Bush’s mouthpieces.Granted, Snow, in his weak moments, has been critical of Bush at times. Big deal.Bush has screwed up so many things, it’s not like you have to be an investigative nitpicker to find fault.Besides, Snow was a White House speechwriter for Bush’s old man. So the guy is well-versed in the party line. As Bush’s presidency is buffeted through tsunami-like rough waters, he needs a whipping boy to fend off the undesirables in the media.So Tony Snow will have a job more charged than a lightning rod.Bush would like Snow’s spin to float in the air like a sweet smog.If Snow can do that, his next circus feat might be to walk on the waters of the Potomac.