The progressive popularity of the NFL Draft has reached overwhelming status in terms of coverage and hilarity.  No longer is it booked on ESPN2 for a late afternoon slot that hardly anybody will watch.  Instead, it’s a day chalked full of Mel Kiper yelling into a camera, Chris Berman making awful jokes, Keyshawn Johnson getting dressed in the dark, and hours upon hours of seemingly useless information about players who may or may not pan out.  Thus I’d like to share with you a few things that stuck out in my mind as I watched the endless coverage of yesterdays draft.

I can’t write this without mentioning the atrocity that was Keyshawn Johnson’s wardrobe.  I felt like I was staring at one of those 3-D eye trick books that you buy in the Scholastic catalogs when you’re in third grade.  Johnson’s shirt looked more like a picnic table cover than a dress shirt.  I felt like I should have brought brisket or potato salad to put on his lap as he bantered back and forth with Steve Young about whether the Cardinals should take a running back or corner back.  Speaking of…

The tension on-air yesterday was as high as I’d seen since Sean Salisbury called John Clayton a crypt keeper.  Ron Jaworski and Kirk Herbstreit had an argument escalate to shouting before Mike Tirico had to interrupt with a stupid comment about settling it off-air and the tension between Young and Keyshawn seemed to build with every disagreement.  It was like each got a sense of superiority over the other in correctly predicting what the pick was going to be.  Case in point: the Cardinals pick when Meshawn and Young went back and forth until the pick was submitted.  The feud culminated with Young getting a 2nd grade-esque blow in at the end by shouting “running back!” right before Goodell read the card.

How anti-climatic was the first overall selection?  I’m in favor of not allowing these guys to sign until after draft day for suspense sakes.  I did enjoy the scattered boo’s even though I struggled to find the logic behind booing a team that went 1-15 last season.

Watching Chad Henne suffer through the first two rounds was comical.  Not Brady Quinn comical, but funny nonetheless.

Winner of the draft?  Kansas City.  Fat ass Glenn Dorsey fell right into their laps at the 5th pick and Brandon Albert was a gift at 15.  Brandon Flowers was a nice second round pick and a guy who was predicted as one of the top corners, a first round talent.

I’m all for Todd McShay and Mel Kiper to bare-knuckle box each other.  Here’s the caviat; they need to fight over whether or not Brian Brohm is a better talent than Joe Flacco.

Enough already with the cameras stationed at the draft picks houses please.  How worn and trite is it watching Brandon Albert stare into space for two minutes while Kiper spouts off at his ability to transition from guard to tackle.  You have to know that halfway through the shot, Albert realizes he’s on TV and plays it off like he’s the bad ass that you thought he was.  When is something funny going to happen in one of these shots?  Give me a stupid face or an 8 year old running through the shot wearing a Spiderman costume.

It’s the second day and, as of right now, I’m as employed in the NFL as Andre Woodson is.  Feelin’ good about that.

Finally, the Jets success on draft day was somewhat of a let down.  I rank Jets fans booing their picks right up there with Phillies fans throwing batteries at JD Drew….a necessity.