I am here to mock the mock draft. Is that OK? There is a lot of nonsense in our little corner of life — turn on any sports talk show with your wife in the car and she gladly will point out the incessant drumbeat of the obvious and the inane — but the cottage industry that has developed around the annual National Football League draft has established new frontiers of overkill.
I am not sure exactly when this happened. I want to say sometime in the past 10 years, but I’m not even sure of that. I only know that one day we all turned around and this great breathing ball of blather was in the corner of the family room, growing larger with each hour.