Before I even post any analysis of rounds two through seven, I need to vent this. I need to vent, because the draft is a maddening experience (not "Maddening", with a capital M, but "maddening"; the other one would entail losing control of my mouth and my weight simultaneously, while trying to figure out how how to shove a turducken-stuffed dodo bird inside and emu inside a pterodactyl, nevermind that two of them are extinct).
Yes, I am hopelessly addicted to the draft. Just like any other serious football fan. We yearn for it from the moment the Super Bowl game clock reaches all zeros. Sure, most years we get partially satiated by free agency but, at least for Steelers fans, we don't have all that much invested in free agency. Kevin Colbert, the Rooneys and Mike Tomlin don't build their team that way, except for plugging specifically targeted holes.
