I find myself unable to be excited about this. I want to be excited. Truly.
I'm not arrogant enough to call this a mistake. I know Peters and Quinn have forgotten more about football than I've ever known and I trust them. Today, rather than being filled with hope for the future, I'm left searching for the root cause of my malaise. Part of it is that as much as Peters put on the tape and saw the guy he wanted, I never did. As much as going through the process cemented Daniels as the guy in the Peters' mind, it made me want him less.
One of the two of us is suffering from some massive confirmation bias. I hope it's me.
The draft is a lot like Christmas. There are months of build-up, secrecy, decorations, and gifts wrapped in pretty packaging. However, Christmas loses a lot of its magic when you know what the gift is ahead of time and that may be playing into my gloom as well. We have been hammered for months with how Daniels was the guy. So much so in fact, that Caleb Williams became something of the forgotten man even though he was the #1 pick last night. I desperately wanted the media, and most of the armchair QB Fans on Twitter, to be wrong.
I wanted clear evidence that my front office is above the level of "groupthink" because there is too much of that in the world today. So far, under Harris, we have gone back to being the "we follow our own path" team that I loved so much as a kid. My earliest memories are of Allen's "Over the Hill Gang" - a team of grizzled veterans playing, and winning, at a young man's sport. Then it was Beathard - trading away top picks as often as not and building a roster out of guys whose names even other NFL GMs didn't know. And finally Gibbs - the guy who invented whole new offenses to fit the players he had available and never had a QB the rest of the wanted. I wanted last night to be one more example of that.
I could go on looking for the reason I feel this way but I don't want to be Eeyore to everyone else's Tigger.
I believe in this front office. Even as I recognize that there will be mistakes, I believe in them.
And so Welcome to Washington, Mr Daniels. I apologize for not being more excited. It's not you, it's me. I promise.
And I'll come around, sooner or later.