The 2011 NFL Draft starts this Thursday and concludes on Saturday—at the moment, there are no sweeter words in the English language.
By now, all of sports-conscious America is desperately anticipating the king of all non-events.
There are millions of misguided souls who actually enjoy the NFL Draft (can you imagine?) and their anticipation needs no explanation.
However, even those of us who loathe the hullabaloo over what is essentially a made-for-television spectacle can't wait for 2011's awkward version to kick off. The sooner it starts, the sooner it ends and the sooner we get our sweet release. Mel Kiper can recede back into whatever techno-cave he slithers from every year and start studying for the next go-around while the incessant mock drafts can be banished from the face of the Internet.
Peace and quiet will finally prevail.
That is, for at least a week or two before the NFL's year-round assault on the senses thunders back into action.
Somewhere tucked in there is a clue about which way I lean on the issue.
Nevertheless, the NFL Draft is an undeniable wave of hysteria that sweeps across the entire country each April. If you're a hardcore football fan, this is one of the best weekends of your year and for good reason. Even casual fans got nuts for the three days of reality programming during which young men's lives are made and broken before our very eyes. Not to mention the organizational futures that rise and fall with the fortunes of their picks.
The optimists in the room see nothing but the possibility of greatness.
While I get to write about the broken and fallen.