Remember what Christmas was like as a kid?
You’d wake up early in the morning, ready to open your presents, hoping for that shiny new toy that you wanted but didn’t think you’d get.
You’d wake up way too early to open presents or drag your parents out of bed, but you’d try anyway. Then, once the time had finally arrived to start opening presents, you’d grab the box with your name on it that you thought might have that coveted present.
Quickly, you’d tear off the wrapping paper and open the box to see what’s inside ... a brand new sweater.
The sweater’s nice and you’re sure you’ll wear it, but you can’t play with it. That sweater won’t do cool tricks and make your friends look on in awe.
Nonetheless, that’s what you’ve got.
That’s what the NFL Draft was like for a Chiefs fan Saturday.
Much like those Christmas mornings in my youth when I woke up too early, the day started way before my team drafted. I wanted to know if Oakland would do what everyone expected (which it did) and where some of the other top guys would go.
As a fan, I secretly wanted the Chiefs to get their hands on one of those shiny top guys, but knew that would likely never happen.
Then came Miami’s expected pick of Notre Dame quarterback Brady Quinn: “With the ninth overall pick in the 2007 NFL Draft, the Miami Dolphins select ... Ted Ginn Jr.”
Did they just say Ted Ginn Jr.? I briefly thought new commissioner Roger Goodell had gotten some of the draft cards mixed up and read the announcement for No. 12 Buffalo.
Nope, the Dolphins passed on their need for a quarterback and took another receiver.
Then I started wondering how far Quinn would fall. He’ll never get to No. 23 where the Chiefs could take him, I supposed. I couldn’t receive that nice of a present to start the season.
Maybe KC can trade up to get him, I thought.
I started looking at the draft order once he was still around at No. 16. Let’s see, Jacksonville won’t need him. Neither will Cincinnati, Tennessee, the New York Giants, Denver or Dallas.
That means, I thought to myself, Quinn could still be there for the Chiefs as long as nobody trades up. Who in the first round could trade up? Maybe Chicago, but I didn’t think so.
Could this be the year my team gets that shiny prospect? Has my repressed wish finally come true?
As I was covering the Liberty Park Bash, I called my friends eagerly about every 15 minutes to find out how the draft was progressing. Everything was good until my phone rang when I thought the draft would be on the No. 21 or 22 pick.
My friend, a Broncos fan, delivered the bad news.
“Cleveland just traded up to No. 22, you’re hosed,” he said with an annoying cackle.
Once again, I spent another draft day secretly hoping for a shiny new toy — got another sweater.
Dwayne Bowe — the wide receiver from LSU — will be a nice fit and the Chiefs will use him for a while, but he won’t leave Broncos friends (yes, unfortunately I have more than one of those guys) in awe.
Typical draft day for a Kansas City fan.