If 3 is good enough for Dale, it's good enough for me

In April, my instant reaction to the Cowboys sending Cleveland the rights to waste a draft pick on Brady Quinn was, “Wow, McFadden first, Manningham 32nd.”

But now in retrospect, I ask myself, do I really want the first overall pick? Seems that it just doesn’t work out for the teams lately who sit atop the draft board. I’m not really talking about the talent level of the guys who have been first picks, but the headache they bring. Finding the right guy performance-wise is just as important at 3 or 6 as it is at 1.

The guys who have been taken at the top of the last couple drafts have brought with them a sense of entitlement. One that’s seemed to grow ever since Daddy was able to dictate what team took the Manning Family version of Jeb Bush. Now, the number one picks all think they are John Elway with a baseball career to pursue.

Jamarcus Russell threw the ball 80 yards and led LSU to several narrow defeats before Al Davis said he’s the guy. Now Russell sits at home presumably getting fat while waiting for the fat check.

His ego has to be a big part of why he’s waiting for an extra million guaranteed. He IS that damn good, remember he was the number one overall pick.

Reggie Bush wasn’t. He wanted too much money. He wanted a house for his parents. He wanted 63 billion-billion dollars to sign. So he fell. Vince Young did, too.

Instead, Houston found the guy happy to be the top pick and take top-ish pick money, Mario Williams.

Next April, the Cowboys could be facing a similar situation with the Cleveland pick. They take someone who starts to buy the crap that’s spoon-fed to him for four months, and then he’s at home. Or they pass on him because of that same ingested feces.

PR disaster either way.

But at third? He’s too busy trying to find Ashy Larry’s cigarette hookup for his family, because he’s RICH. The third pick is too damn happy he didn’t play the role of Brady Quinn to have Daddy coming out moaning and whining.

The third pick won the lottery, but lost it too because he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t smart enough, and ahh hell, I was just going there for a gratuitous Vince-Young-is-dumb joke.

So c’mon Cleveland. Suck. Just don’t suck the most. Take the McFadden decision out of Jerry’s hands.