Now listen, you think I'm still trying to get the taste of Pecan Lodge brisket out of my mouth from last night, but my stomach's still doing flip-flops with what just went down. This draft… it’s got me leaning on the bar at Allgood Café, staring into a Lone Star, trying to make sense of it all. We signed D.J. Wingfield to bolster that offensive line, and I figured that was a good sign, a move to keep Dak upright. But then the Dallas Cowboys went and took **Treyvon Johnson, the cornerback out of LSU, with our first pick.** A corner! After all the talk, all the noise about running backs, about fortifying the trenches… we go with a defensive back. Johnson’s got talent, no doubt, but my heart, it just sinks a little thinking about the other holes we got.
Now, I understand the 'why.' Dan Quinn's defense is gone, and this makeover… it's real. They're trying to inject youth and speed into that secondary, build a whole new identity on that side of the ball. Johnson can play, he’s physical, and he'll push for snaps right away. We desperately needed depth there, especially with some of the veterans we let walk. But to pass on some of those offensive line talents, or even a difference-maker at running back when we know what we’ve struggled with, it just leaves a knot in my gut. The mood in Dallas, well, it's a mix, ain't it? You got some folks at the Miller Lite House already buying his jersey, talking about a new era. Then you got folks like me, scratching their heads, wondering if we just kicked the can down the road on some serious issues.
My grade for this draft class, after that first pick… it's a **Puzzling** one.
Star up, Dallas — we ride.
Y'all gotta hear what the folks on the morning show are saying about this mess — tune into mornings.live, they'll set you straight.