The 2011 NFL Draft is well and truly finished. Robert Quinn's story has been told and retold, the wide receivers and tight ends have been selected to keep Sam Bradford from developing a permanent vendetta against the St. Louis Rams, NFL Draft grades have been handed out, and it is now impossible, I'm told, for the Rams to select Julio Jones in any future draft.
↵At TST there's a fun fanpost up from dbcouver illustrating the 10 phases of Draft Grief. The most terrifying and true part of it is the jump from stage four, Gleeful Giddiness, to stage five, Morbid Horror. The minute before the NFL Draft is perhaps the happiest part of the NFL calendar, when your team is about to select every player you've ever wanted and fix every hole they've ever had; the minute after, the "Serial Killer Anger" sets in, as you realize that nobody with connections to the Rams front office so much as considered following your mock draft.
↵Of course, past those rocky waters lay acceptance and finally hope, though further Julio Jones denial is to be expected, giving the fantastic trade demands to which I'm supposed to believe the Atlanta Falcons acquiesced.
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