Full disclosure up front: I was one of the writers who pushed for Levi Brown over Adrian Peterson back in 2007, so what I know about savvy drafting you can fit in your car ashtray.
That puts me in the same boat with just about everyone else. ESPN tea-leaf reader Adam Schefter might be able to tell you who is going to draft who, but he doesn’t know if that pick was any good.
With that said: Knowing that Kevin Kolb is one hit away from his next concussion and knowing that the Cardinals haven’t drafted an offensive lineman since Mitt Romney started running for President, and knowing that Brown might still be a starting tackle for this team next year — I will give my blessing to the choice of wide receiver Michael Floyd in the first round.
It’s an aggressive pick. It fights fire with fire. It plays to Kolb’s strengths.
You win in the NFL by throwing the football to great athletes. The addition of Floyd keeps the opposition from putting Larry Fitzgerald under Secret Service protection on every snap. The Cardinals will be able to go back to more of a quick passing game, using Beanie Wells on unexpected downs and distances. Kolb can use all of that to get the ball out even before his shaky offensive line crumbles.
It also puts some onus on Fitzgerald, who not only lobbied for a receiver but specifically for Floyd - despite his checkered past. No longer can Fitz use being the sole focal point of the opposition game plan as an excuse for mediocre games. He has a field stretcher on the other side, someone who will distract. Andre Roberts, while not quite a No. 2 receiver, is an excellent No. 3 guy.
You are one of the best players in the game. Now you have more room to show it. Expectations may resume.
We. Want. Steve.
Kudos to Phoenix Suns fans for seeing through the veneer to understand Wednesday’s season finale held only one real reason to show up - to say goodbye to Steve Nash.
In a perfect world, Suns fans want him to stay. Who can blame them? Those that knock his defense or the fact that athletic point guards have their way with him miss the joy of watching one of the league’s most tenacious and creative players.
In a perfect world, Steve wants to stay. Who can blame him? Phoenix has been the perfect place for a private guy to run the show, perfect his craft and enjoy the accolades without being exposed to the microscope of stardom.
But it’s not a perfect world. The Suns have to rebuild — if this front office is capable of that task — and the Nash era has to end. All his “Seven Seconds or Less” running mates are long gone, and he now has two or three years to find the right fit for one more kick at the can.
It won’t be the same. It can’t be the same. But it’s time to turn the page.
That’s an unsightly prospect for Suns fans, which have no idea what lies on the other side. All they know is a team with too few assets to begin with has allowed their two biggest chips - Nash and Amare Stoudemire - to walk, with nothing in return.
• Not only is Phoenix Coyotes general manager Don Maloney a shrewd front office man, but he’s manly enough to admit when he’s made a mistake.
When emotions got the best of him a day after Raffi Torres’ Game 3 hit on Marian Hossa in Chicago, Maloney went too far in his defense and said things he immediately regretted. But instead of issuing a carefully typed statement of apology or saying he was sorry “if I offended anyone or if it was taken the wrong way,” Maloney faced the music, took full responsibility for his actions and admitted he was embarrassed by his behavior.
Fair enough. Now we move on. Think of how many other athletes or sports management-types would have stood taller by following that lead.
• Why Metta World Peace will be allowed to play a single playoff game this season is beyond me.
With the NBA rap sheet this guy possesses? With the kind of awful, unprovoked ugliness he unleashed on Oklahoma City’s James Harden? Explaining away his actions as nothing more than passion, as if Harden should have known better than to be where he was?
Seven games, six of them playoff games, sound like a lot. For a first-time offender, it is a lot. But for a man who has already missed more than 100 games to suspension in his career, what’s another seven?
Jerry Brown is a contributing columnist who appears every Sunday in the Tribune. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.