Having finished third in last year’s Bleeding Green Nation Mock Draft, I had once again earned the right to pick for the Philadelphia Eagles. All I needed was for Carson Wentz to start 75% of his snaps and that pick was mine to make. It was a roller coaster ride of COVID positives, ankle injuries, a 1-5 start, a 5-1 streak, and a colossal meltdown to miss the playoffs. When the dust settled, Carson was a Commander and the first-round pick conveyed! As the saying goes, “Everything’s Coming Up Milhouse!”
And then it happened. I got the call from Howie himself.