Normally not a “sad stuff” blog but always good to do a bit of reflection.
Hockey man. Those who haven’t put the skates on just can’t quite understand why a moment like this is intense as it is. Why the passion for this game gets to this level for players, former players, fans, coaches, and of course, the mythical “hockey parent”. The game-play itself comes with a thrill that is second to none (no combination of Rugby, clumsy forays into various martial arts, or blacktop hooping have come even close for yours truly), the lows feel like the lowest parts of your life even if you’re in the second grade, and the highs feel like you’re in a packed arena hoisting the cup, even if you’re in a small rink in Hingham in front of 40 some odd, tired spectators.
So I get this kid. I get why it meant the world to him to meet Carey Price. I get why it was his mother’s last pursuit to make it happen.
Your friend Joey B grew in the same fairly mundane, average middle class suburbia as most of my fellow cohorts here at The 300s and I am sure as a lot of our readership. School buses, neighborhoods, little league, etc. etc. you know the deal.
So you probably know what I am talking about when I say that it was not drugs, or the possibility of their children using them, that put the fear of God into my parents when I was 10 years old. It wasn’t gun violence, gangs, or bullies. It wasn’t the priests, as they had yet to be caught
It was Eminem.
Out of nowhere in late February of 1999 Aftermath Records by way of Interscope released the Michigan MC’s second studio and first major label album. The young adult audience down to kids my age were enchanted, enamored, and in awe.
Our parents were fucking terrified.
Their children had picked a new musical idol, a new pop culture craze that momentarily supplanted the absolute war machine that was Britney and the boy bands. And this new topic of every recess and lunchroom conversation was a skinny, white, bleach blond RAPPER from Detroit; constantly cursing his head off about painkillers, murder, homosexuals, rape, his beloved daughter, his hated mother, and killing himself. He was the actual aggregate of everything our parents feared we would become. And since there was nothing like him, before, during, and now, one could argue, after, they did not know what to do with him.
It really is wild to think about the juxtaposition between the reactions of Eminem’s initial fans vs. his initial detractors. On the “we really fucking love this” side, The Slim Shady LP has made all sorts of “Greatest…Album” lists compiled by reputable sources, won the man himself two Grammys (“Best Rap Album” and “Best Rap Solo Performance” for the first single, “My Name Is”), and has to this day sold over 18 million copies worldwide. On the other hand, well, as I’ve mentioned a couple of times there was some…dissent. There was the famous lawsuit brought by his mother, Debbie, who was made out to be a neglectful pill popper on that (and a few other) Eminem record(s). There was Billboard Editor Timothy White, who one could see as the forefather of the interweb’s White Knights and SJWs, claiming that Slim Shady himself was “making money by exploiting the world’s misery”. That is not only a hysterically worded thing to say, but, if you think about, yes Timothy something everyone in the entertainment, liquor, and recreational drug business does. We have holes in our lives and souls; these people fill them. Lastly, and I can’t say for sure when young Marshall Bruce Mathers III pushed her over the edge, Tipper Gore got herself infamously involved in the battle against Eminem. Gore, the wife of Ex-Vice President and internet creator Al Gore and famed proponent of not having fun, basically lambasted Shady as the devil and wanted him either silenced or executed. Not really sure which.
Basically we loved it, they hated it. Eminem himself famously could not have given a flying fuck either way, with both middle fingers extended high in the air at all times. It was chaos in the streets and it was amazing.
As for the music, it’s important to start by noting this is some of the best production work Dr. Dre has ever done, which is obviously saying something. Eminem came from the freestyle rap and rap battle worlds. He also has famously, both a lightning-speed flow and kind of herky jerky cadence. That can’t be an easy basis to make beats for. But Dre did. He architected track after track, providing a smooth infrastructure around which Eminem could weave his tails of debauchery and horror. He combined a never before seen gift of wordplay with the aforementioned lewd, lascivious, and downright disturbing subject matter to create visuals in our heads of what it was like to grow up and be Slim Shady, at least through his eyes. Most famously, we got the first introduction to his second-to-none ability to rhyme scheme, which is to say, rhyme words that don’t rhyme at all. He literally makes the syllables that form the English language his bitch. In the Slim Shady LP, Eminem basically starts out with a brief bio on himself, including some hard choices he was currently having to make (“My brain’s dead weight/I’m tryin’ to get my head straight/But I can’t figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate”). In “Role Model” he assumed he was a hero to all (“I got genitals warts and it burns when I pee/Don’t you wanna grow up to be just like me?”) In “Guilty Conscience,” his duet with Dre, he plays the devil on three different characters shoulders while they decide whether or not to make a terrible choice. Dre plays the angel begging the characters not to. Eminem wins 2/3.
I think at this point one could argue the follow up, The Marshall Mathers LP, is his better known and more acclaimed work. There wouldn’t be too much argument here. But this, The Slim Shady LP, was the first time we heard this stuff. The intensity. The anger. The frustration. The constant threat of a legit break from reality. The angst of a broke, white trash kid with way too much talent and a fist full of drugs. It welcomed us into a world we’ve now been visiting for two whole decades. A world Eminem created to release both his music and emotions to the world. To “make it” in the industry….Right?
ESPN – Safety Devin McCourty, who said he might retire if the Patriots won Super Bowl LIII, will be back for a 10th season in New England.
“Yeah, I’m gonna play,” McCourty told the Sports Spectrum podcast in an interview published Thursday.
Phewwwwwwwwwwww. That’s a big one off of our shoulders. No matter what we always are going to go through the free agency “shit our pants and wait” process every few years with the Pats – we’ll we worry about losing key FAs, lose them, get pissed at Belichick, and then end up winning anyway and realizing he’s smarter than us at football. But losing a key piece of our “D” to just flat out retiring out of nowhere, that would suck.
McCourty has been an anchor on our D and a leader overall for this team for awhile now. He had to be. There were some rough times on the non-Brady side of the ball. But whether it has been playing center field, strong safety, in the box, or basically as a coverage corner, McCourty has showed up and done his damn job. He’s not always perfect, but he gives it 120% no matter what.
We still have to wonder about the end of the line for #32. His brother, Jason, said Devin was just being dramatic when he said he might retire with a Super Bowl win this year. But the fact is that he is now a three-time Super Bowl champ, a two-time Pro Bowler, and an eight-time team captain. There is not a lot left for him to accomplish and by the end (and actually the beginning) of this season he’ll be 32 years old and will have played 10 years. That could be enough.
But for now we have our defensive stalwart back. We can turn our full worries to FA Trey Flowers and company. The original star from Rutgers remains safely at the back end of our “D” where he belongs.
At a press conference in Montreal, Quebec on Thursday morning, St. Pierre sat down in front of cameras with two Ultimate Fighting Championship belts flanking him at his table. Without any notes or written statements other than the contents of his cell phone, St. Pierre stated that he did not want to have to keep referring to a piece of paper because it could get “boring.”
Starting the press conference purely in French, St. Pierre (26-2) went on to apologize for having to do this in multiple languages, and then translated his remarks into English for the audience.
He opened, saying, “It takes a lot of discipline to retire on top….”
Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, “farewell to a King.” To, in my mind, the best to ever do it. A truly vicious, technical Muay Thai striker who transformed himself into one of if not the most effective functional wrestler in UFC history. Seriously, in a world of NCAA Champions and Olympians GSP came to MMA with no wrestling background and became THE take-down artist. On top of all that, he is indeed a BJJ blackbelt and a master positional control. The fight always occurred where GSP wanted it to.
St. Pierre started out as great, wanting to be great. Then he suffered his 2nd career loss, to Matt Serra, and a switch inside him got flipped. He was embarrassed. A true martial artist who was always disciplined when it came to his training, GSP became as focused as one could in all other aspect of his career as an MMA fighter – he quit partying, went on a diet that would make TB12 blush, and dedicated himself to not being great, but the best. The slick, cocky striker became a brick shithouse of a kickboxing wrestler who mauled every opponent he faced from then on out. Sure, there weren’t many finishes to come by, but this more had to do with “Rush” being more of competitor, a champion, than a fighter. He always hated hurting people.
Now he sails off into the sunset, having beat some of the best. Hughes, Koscheck, and Sherk. Penn, Diaz, and Bisping. He won titles in two weight classes, leaving as, technically, the linear Welterweight Champion. GSP wanted to fight Khabib Nurmagomedov as his final bow, one last great challenge against a fighter with a similar style. It’s not crazy to think he maybe saw a younger version of himself in “The Eagle”. It wasn’t to be though, for who knows how many bureaucratic reasons, Instead, St. Pierre retires still fairly young (37), financially secure for life, and free of the crushing anxiety he always felt leading up to a fight – his least favorite part of the job, ironically.
Between his intelligent, classy way of addressing the media and fans (admittedly subsidized by his French-Canadian accent), his preference to wear a suit to press conferences, his chiseled physique, his work ethic, and his utter fucking dominance, I don’t think we’ll see another like Georges St. Pierre. How can you ever have another of the first? So “Rush,” “GSP,” our favorite fighting Quebecois, we now say “a plus tard.” It’s been a hell of a ride.
ESPN – The New Orleans Pelicans fired general manager Dell Demps on Friday, clearing the way for a new top basketball executive to oversee the Anthony Davis trade talks, league sources told ESPN.
This is laugh out loud funny, ridiculous, and just plain sad all at once. Dell Demps screwed the pooch SO bad on trading Anthony Davis that the Pelicans used this one catastrophe to straight up can their GM. Scouting, personnel, all those important decisions now have to be handed to one person because of the handling of one player. #Sports man, they are wild.
When it all gets boiled down, I think this really has to do with the fact that, supposedly, the talks with the Lakers fell apart because of how petty Demps was. I guess he got pissed the Lakers publicized/leaked everything and just for that tanked trade talks with them. You cannnnn’t really do that when the future of your franchise is at stake. Just a big fat no bueno. And now Dell Demps has a big fat no jobo.
I like to teach lessons when I can. Leave some wisdom for the next generation to pick up. So I say to those youngsters out there who want to go into sports management, the key to be successful is to not fuck up the most colossal deal you’ll ever see. It will indeed hurt your career.
So I’m not linking to an article. Why you ask? Well, because I don’t have a ton to write about on the situation so pasting a blurb explaining it would pretty much dry out my quill. Elaborate I shall.
Jaylon Ferguson became the NCAA’s ALL-TIME LEADER in sacks this past season. The 6’5 262 lbs defensive end wracked 45 Involuntary Knee-Downs over the past four years, ending his career with 17.5 this past season (in 13 games). The reason you may have not heard of Ferguson, or of the record being set, is that he plays at non-powerhouse Louisiana Tech. The Bulldog program has most famously produced Super Bowl winner and HOF QB Terry Bradshaw, but has also turned out a solid smattering of talent throughout its years including HOF Offensive Tackle Willie Roaf. That said they obviously aren’t a name brand school and play in a small conference so when of their D-Ends goes off like this, it gets overlooked and chalked up to playing against lesser competition, etc.
As for the NCAA’s new record holder in career sacks and his recent banishment from the combine, well I call bullshit. Basically, he got in a fight his freshman year and picked up a battery conviction for it. I’ll answer the two question possibly at the tip of your tongues right now. And NO I did not do any research (apart from the one story I read about this) – I am a man of honor – you can just learn a lot from the first couple of lines of stories in the list of Google results for a man’s name.
1.) There is no indication whatsoever this involved a woman or was any kind of domestic altercation. I feel like especially in this day and age that would be called out in black and white and up front if it was the case.
2.) In case you’re softer than a baby’s ass, there is also no indication this was any kind of “bullying” incident. I saw nothing that made me believe Ferguson gave a member of the band a pink belly or something like that.
This was literally described as a “scuffle.” An 18 year old kid got in a fight and got charged for it. He also got convicted. The fact that he has indeed been playing football tells me he indeed paid some sort of penalty as well. So why the fuck, pray-tell, four years later does the NCAA not only not allow him to participate in the combine, but really stick it to the guy in the form of inviting him then rescinding the invitation. From a thousand foot view of the philosophy of punishing people for stuff in order for them to learn to not do it again and that it was wrong, how does fucking this kid over four years AFTER HE HAS ALREADY BEEN PUNISHED really help anything? It doesn’t. It just potentially screws him out of hundreds of thousands of dollars (he’s looked at as a mid-late rounder so I’m not going to go overboard saying they cost him millions).
Really, how many times can we say “this is the NCAA at its worst.” It just sucks that such a corrupt, ridiculous organization is allowed to run something as lucrative as college sports. I have not voted once in my life but if a presidential candidate got up right now and said “if I win in 2020 I am going to punch Mark Emmert directly in the face” BOOM the Joey B lobby goes directly in his or her direction.
And yes I am now a huge Jaylon Ferguson stan. Let’s go Belichick do the smart thing.
Not going to add a lot but WOW. That is a huge one. A Super Bowl MVP traded to a team that seems to be a QB away, among a couple of other parts.
First off this has to SUCK for Vance Joseph, who just got canned by the Broncos. Flacco may be what he is at this point, but I’m sure he would have preferred a mobile guy with a cannon for an arm over Case fucking Keenum.
Second, you have to imagine Baltimore is now going to stock up on weapons to surround Lamar Jackson now that he has been given the keys. He was shaky at best to end this season, to a degree the team’s fault and he needs some toys at his disposal to get his confidence back.
Lastly, you have to imagine this is going to play directly into John Elway’s future. He has not done so hot overall in Denver, especially since the QB With The Large Forehead left, so this might be his last chance at retribution.
I’m back. The Super Bowl was emotionally draining and I’ve been sick as a damn dog since Thursday so I have not put pen to paper in a couple of weeks. Before all of that I mentioned getting a regular blog going to discuss the NFL draft so today I’ll discuss what I’m going to call our Big-ish board (to be explained later). Between now and Monday I’ll get up our first Mock Draft, to be updated probably bi-weekly as time progresses.
So what is this Big-ish Board you ask? Well, a typical “Big Board” is a given sources list of players ranked by pure talent and ability and what they should able to deliver on the football field, plain and simple. While that is all fine and good, it rarely is the order these players are chosen, due to things like team needs, etc.
So I am going to keep up a Top Ten Big-ish Board of the players I think are actually going to go in the Top Ten/where their value lies, regardless of where they stand in terms of overall talent.
So without further ado, the first edition of the 300s’s Big-ish Board.
1.) Daniel Jones, QB, Duke Jones has just about solidified himself as the #1 QB in this year’s so-so class. In a few weeks or so I’ll probably be talked into changing this into Kyler Murray but for now it’s the Dukie.
2.) Quinnen WIlliams, DT, Alabama Williams, who lost to Clemson in the National Title game because his coach is an overrated jackass, is simply a savage. He’s been basically a taller Aaron Donald in college, racking up 8 sacks and 19.5 TFL this past year alone.
3.) Nick Bosa, DE, Ohio State The younger brother of the Somewhere Charger’s Joey Bosa, there are scouts who say Nick is better. In only twoish games this year, he totaled 14 tackles and two sacks. I guess he’s ok.
4.) Jawaan Taylor, OT, Florida
As long as team keep picking 6,000 pash rushers in the first couple rounds they’ll also be picking guys to stop them. Taylor is a moose of a Tackle (6’5 340lbs) who could probably play either side of the line.
5.) Ed Oliver, DT, Houston Not only has Ed Oliver been productive as hell, which believe it not is underrated sometimes, but he is jussssst a bit unhinged. I like that in my pass rushers. He is a bit undersized (he’ll probably come in around 6’2 280lbs) but there is a D, probably a 3-4, in the NFL that has a place for Ed Oliver.
6.) Josh Allen, LB Kentucky
Allen’s 2018 sat line reads like a created player’s in Madden. 88 tackles. 17 sacks (21.5 TFL). 5 forced fumbles. 4 passes defended. More often than not a pass rusher, he keeps improving in coverage as well. I love Allen and the only reason he isn’t higher in my rankings is for some reason I just don’t read about teams salivating over him as much as one would think. Could be that Kentucky is not a powerhouse. Neither was Buffalo or Troy.
7.) Devin White, LB, West Virginia
White brought down 123 ball carriers this year which is absurd for the college game. I feel like having a sideline to sideline guy to just make plays has come back in recent days, which makes White quite an appetizing pick.
8.) Rashan Gary, DT, Michigan
My rule with pass rushers in the draft, if not every position, is productivity over anything. If you go too much with potential you end up drafting guys named Barkevious Mingo in the top ten who bust out and then you realize they never had more than 4 or so sacks. Gary has never had more 6, which isn’t too bad, but needs to urn up his motor in the pros.
9.) Cody Ford, OT, Oklahoma
Another blocker to defend against the slew of guys trying to politely poke the QB. Ford has been described as elite athletically and just a natural lineman. This one came down to him or DeAndre Baker, CB out of Georgia but Ford edged him out.
10.) A.J Brown, WR, Ole Miss
I already hate this pick but here we are. I just can’t see a top ten this year without a WR picked and Brown is the best of the bunch. He has good size (6’1 225lbs) to go with a lot of YAC potential for someone looking for a brawny receiver.
So that’s it for the 1.0 folks. Hate me in the comments below.
ESPN – The NSAC voted to suspend Nurmagomedov (27-0) for nine months and fined him $500,000 of a disclosed $2 million purse. The suspension is dated retroactively to Oct. 6, the date of UFC 229, meaning he is eligible to return July 6. Additionally, the NSAC offered to reduce the suspension to as little as six months if Nurmagomedov participates in a local anti-bullying campaign…..McGregor (21-4) received a six-month suspension and was fined $50,000. He will be eligible to return to competition as soon as April 6…..Nurmagomedov’s cousin, Professional Fighters League lightweight Abubakar Nurmagomedov, and teammate Zubaira Tukhugov each received a one-year suspension and $25,000 fine, which Abdelaziz told ESPN that Khabib Nurmagomedov would pay.
Intro
There is a ton to dissect and discuss here so what better time to do it than when you’re dying for anything at all to think about it other than the week at hand.
To lay these punishments out next to each other in an easily digestible fashion:
(All suspensions retroactive to date of the melee, which was 10/6/18)
Conor McGregor: 6 month suspension, 50k fine
Khabib Nurmagomedov: 9 month suspension, 500k fine
Nurmagomedov’s two teammates: 12 month suspension, 25k fine each
Briefly, I want to touch on the NSAC. Between this and the recent bizarre hearing with Jon Jones, it is clear that there is no rhyme or reason to anything they do. Every time I think they have some sort of method to their madness, BOOM a week like this happens. It always reminds me of this:
What I’m saying that is that to an extent I feel like the NSAC is an arbitrary entity and they are only there to give people quasi-important jobs. Kind of harsh, Joe.
Part I
Khabib and Dana are both varying degrees of flummoxed that Khabib got such harsh punishment, with “The Eagle” even stating he will never fight in Nevada again. But…bruh. You jumped out of the cage throwing some sort of crane kick at McGregor’s crew and caused absolute CHAOS. Yes, after some video review, Conor did due some jawing to cause his arena of UFC War I, but there’s a difference between some instigating and jumping out of the fucking cage for the sole purpose of assault.
Fight game-wise, there are a quite a few repercussions coming out of this. More and more it has become apparent the MMA game is basically dominoes, where one fairly straight forward event like a suspension being handed down means career implications for a number of people not even remotely involved.
First and foremost, Khabib has come out and said he will not fight until his teammates suspensions are up as well. This means he will not return to the cage any sooner than October 6th. If you remember, he actually threatened to never fight again if the UFC cut the one who fights under their banner. He is deadly serious about this as well, loyalty above all us for our favorite Dagestani. The Lightweight division is currently stacked with talent so there is no way they can wait that long for some movement at the top of the division. With that said, I’ve seen some calls for Khabib to get stripped which is Goddam ridiculous. Not only have a lot of other champs not been stripped during much longer absences, but Khabib is the surefire, no questions asked numero uno in that division. Why would you strip him?
Now an interim fight? That is a much more serviceable idea. This is a biased take as I don’t vehemently despise interim titles nearly as much as some people. There is nothing morally reprehensible, however, about staging a fight between Tony Ferguson and Dustin Poirier sometime this spring for the interm belt with the winner fighting Khabib in the fall in NYC. Who loses there? Hell, I saw a tweet with someone proposing a grand prix at lightweight featuring Ferguson, Poirier, Kevin Lee, Edson Barbosa, Justin Gaethje, Al Iaquinta, Cowboy, and McGregor. Absolutely batshit but how fun would that be? Also, if Ferguson vs. Poirier is sooner than later and Cowboy-McGregor, which both fighters are jockeying for, happens soon as well, the winners could fight this summer to determine who fights Khabib. The bottom line is I don’t see a reason why the 155lb division, one of the most exciting in the UFC, has to be put on hold while the Champ waits to return.
Part II
The most riveting, fascinating part of this story, what truly set twitter ablaze with a cacophony of pitches, storyboards, and yes, memes, was the stipulation that Khabib could get a reduced sentenced if he participates in an anti-bullying PSA. Like what in the actual fuck? How is the melee after UFC 229 REMOTELY related to bullying?
But can you imagine the wealth of ways this PSA could be the most amazing thing your five senses ever came into contact with? ”
“Bullying is the #1 bullshit?” “You have bully? I smash bully. Send me location.”
If you didn’t know, Khabib Nurmagomedov has a Pedro Martinez way with the English language. He is about 99% fluent, something he worked hard at by the way, but does have an odd, sort of simple way of phrasing things and the structure of his sentences do sometimes come with a degree of disorder. But like K-dro, you get the sense he knows this. He knows that he has a sort of cult following partially based on how he delivers his ideas. We hang on every word he says because the very strategy he takes in delivering it could turn it into an absolute humdinger of a quote. And again, I think to an extent he is fully aware of this phenomenon. So you imagine him taking these talents to an anti-bullying add….
Scene: A bully pushes a kid against his locker and takes his lunch. He calls him a nerd as he walks away. The bully looks over his shoulder to sneer and laugh at the kid one last time. When he turns back around BAM Khabib double legs him halfway to Kingdom Come. The bully turns and gives up his back trying to army crawl away, whimpering, and ends up getting rear naked choked by Khabib. As he turns purple, Khabib looks into the camera and says. “Bullying not cool. I stop bullying. Choke, kimura, smash it don’t matter. Bullies: they send me location.”
SCENE.
Imagine something like that? Fucking gold. Khabib was made for this. It’s Khabib time, roll out that red carpet baby.
Conclusion
What we have here is an ultra-talented division whose champion is refusing to fight for ten months. There is a desperate need for direction there and the UFC needs to formulate a plan how to proceed before the fans and fighters alike stage a coup. There is also the matter of the Champ, maybe now the third most popular fighter PPV-wise behind McGregor and Jon Jones, refusing to ever again fight in Vegas, the fight capital of the world. All in all however, we could see this result in a number of fun fights in that division and a LEGENDARY anti-bullying PSA from Khabib. The next few weeks should provide a lot of the answers we’re looking for.
HUUUUUUUUUGE weekend of fights this week so enjoy.
So I am not sure if I’ve mentioned this on the blog before but I am a recovered NFL Draft nerd. I guess I just like the research/analysis part and then getting to take a guess based on it. It started when I was a Sr. in high school and had a ton of time on my hands to be honest. I’m no longer into it even close as much as I used to be, but I still like to pop in and out this time of year, learn the big names and those of a couple of sleepers, and have some talking points should such a conversation arise at a bar or function.
One overlooked and sort of not as recognized part of the draft process is what is referred to very unofficially as “pre-draft” activities. The combine is the most well known part but I almost consider that as a beast of its own. There are actually a couple of additional “all star” games that take place. Leading up to these games are about a week of practices which are arguably even more important than the games as scouts can really view a players skill-set in a competitive setting but out of the chaos of a football game. Both of these games (there may be more, I don’t know them), the Senior Bowl and the East-West Shrine Game, are open to those who are four years removed from H.S, Seniors and redshirt Juniors. The East-West Game also actually allows Canadian college players to come play as well, which is cool. These games are designed for players who think that some extra burn in front of scouts can really elevate their “draft stock” or get them drafted in general. Therefore, you’ll see a lot of players from smaller schools attend to get some eyes on them.
The Senior Bowl occurred last week so let’s break down some names that stood out, for better or for worse……
THE GOOD
Daniel Jones, QB, Duke – Now that Justin Hebert has decided to go back to school like an IDIOT, WHAT AN IDIOT, there is a battle to be the top QB in this draft. While a lot of folks anointed Dwayne Haskins after he declared. Jones Senior Bowl performance may have put him over. He has ideal size and arm strength and seems like he’ll translate into a “pro’s pro” when it comes to preparation.
Montez Sweat, Pass Rusher, Mississippi St. – He has a beast first step to go with size, length, and agility. He probably broke into the top 20 with this performance as he was already a 1st rounder before this.
Deebo Samuel, WR, South Carolina – Samuel is a brick shithouse of a WR who is now being looked at as having solid complimentary receiver potential in the NFL. In a passing league that requires more than one option, Samuel will be an appetizing 3rd-5th round pick. His build should often help him block in the running game, something a lot of teams are now leaning on their receivers to do more as they deploy 4 at a time.
The Bad
Will Grier, QB, West Virginia – This is the only one I got for this. Will Grier just looked like shit, which sucks. I loved watching him in college but he has a Pennington-esque noodle arm.
So that’s it. I hope it distracts you from nothing important happening this weekend. Stay calm my friends.
The 300s 