I twitched myself awake from a 40-minute power nap with Scooby-Doo Meets the Boo Brothers on my TV. My phone vibrates with a notification. "Latest Mock Draft Features Crazy Trade," my screen read. I rolled my eyes, took a big swig from my Stanley Cup, and daydreamed of beautiful days in September where the draft is far, far away.
Full transparency - I hate mock drafts. I understand the need for them, especially when the NFL makes the mind-numbing decision to put it at the end of April almost two months after the NFL Combine, which then leads to accounts named NFLDraftRulez42069 to spend three days debating if a certain receiver is actually good because his 40-time was six hundredths of a second slower than he thought it would be.