In the scant few days since the 2010 draftgasm that was, Patriots fans are left with that familiar feeling of dissatisfaction. There are no cigarettes to be had, and no jubilant fist pumps for a draft class that was about as sexy as a big bowl of Raisin Bran.
That isn't to say that the 2010 draft class wasn't good. It was. And it was needed. Extending the Raisin Bran analogy, this draft needed to create depth so that the fecal matter could be flushed from the depths of the roster's irritable bowels. And by fecal matter, I obviously mean Adalius Thomas.
But lately EVERY personnel process comes with the faint taste of Mueslix. This roster is good on fiber; it needs a little Pollo Loco or Shrimp Fried Rice. If history has taught us anything, it's that while championship runs require a well-balanced roster, they also need the verve and panache of difference makers. Think Tiramisu.
Maybe you're thinking, 'What about Randy Moss?' You can stop that thought right now because Randy Moss is no longer the galloping young stallion who bullied meter maids, and doused officials with reckless abandon. He's old.
As a matter of fact, this would probably be easier if we just started referring to him as Randall G. Moss because he moves more like a CPA than the old #84.
More than anything though, this draft seems to suggest that Belichick has regressed to the Pre-Moss modus operandi of eschewing high profile moves for more understated, quantifiable transactions. And after a stink bomb like '09's free agency class, I TOTALLY get that.
But even still, after this year's free agency and draft crop, the problems the 2010 Patriots will face are essentially the same as the 2009 Patriots: No viable presence rushing off the edge, and no home run threat on offense.
Devin McCourty could turn out to be the next Darrelle Revis. I hope he does. I hope he makes Darrelle Revis look like Tom Cruise from All The Right Moves. I hope when Deion Sanders watches McCourty on the field, he weeps because of an overwhelming feeling of inadequacy and shame.
But the point remains that in selecting McCourty, the Patriots made the biggest reach since, well, since Tyson Alualu.
What makes it that much more maddening is that with a compelling menu to select from, the Patriots opted for the soup and sandwich. Is it safe and inexpensive? Yes. But it's also flagrantly boring.
That isn't to say that Belichick should be doubted. It is in times like these that his steady hand is needed while fans clamor for high profile moves. Other organizations may be two plates deep into the breakfast buffet of free agents, but we can count on Belichick being close to the salad bar, hedging his bets with the lettuce, carrots, and cherry tomatoes.
But trust me when I say this: every now and then, a little bacon is good for the soul.