There’s been a sort of Deadpool-and/or-Nickelodeon-show-esque breaking of the fourth wall the last several years when it comes to draft grades. Almost no matter where you go, here included, whoever’s dishing out the superlatives will acknowledge the inherent ridiculousness of saying a draft class was CRUSHED or ACED or FLUNKED or authoritatively declaring every team a Winner or a Loser at the end of April....
.....and then, of course, we all do it anyway. While making fun of what we’re doing in real time. And still doing it. It’s fine, it’s fun, no reason to take it too seriously.