The Suspense Is Killing Me

So, it’s the day before the draft and a strange feeling has settled over me. No, I’m not talking about cold feet or anything—this is not the unholy Cutler-Cavallari union. The feeling is something like the calm before the awesomest storm ever. And it’s entirely unfamiliar to me this time of year, probably because I never trust the Redskins to stick to the draft plan, or to have one at all.

But Thursday night will be different, thank the Lord. The Colts’ declared intention to take Andrew Luck virtually guarantees that Robert Griffin III will