Packer Agony to Continue

We're just days away from the NFL Draft. We all know that. What we don't know is when the days of 4-12 and stinking to boot will end in Green Bay.

What has the off-season meant to us? Well, we don't know about our quarterback. And frankly, aren't we all a little sick of his crap? We have a coach nobody knows anything about but who works, ostensibly, cheap.

And we have a second-year General Manager who couldn't find his ass without the aid of a road map and a flashlight.

Which brings me to today's nightmare. How can Ted Thompson screw up the fifth overall pick in the draft?

Let's count the ways.

First, in fairness to Mr. Thompson, drafting is an odds-against crapshoot.

Second....to hell with fairness. This yahoo hasn't done diddly-squat (new math term) to help this team.

OK, I can understand not matching the Giants obscene offer to LeVar Arrington. But Marc Boerighter and Marquand Manuel as your "BIG" off-season moves? You're kidding, right? And you just know Charles Woodson won't be a Packer.

So that leaves us with the draft.

Uh-oh.

Here's my prediction. Trade down. Way, way, way down.

Why?

Why to save money, of course. Thompson acts like any money he spends on actual talent comes out of his paycheck. How much money does he need? His haircut looks like his stylist was recently fired from Great Clips.

I'm not against trading down in principle. Jimmy Johnson and Jerry Jones used this strategy to build the Cowboys into a dominant team in the early to mid 90's.

If Ted would trade down a "few" spots; I'd have no problem. Get a player you want and get an extra pick is wonderful. I'd drive up to Green Bay and cut his lawn for free if he did this.

But I have the sinking feeling that around 1230 Saturday afternoon, Lord Tagliabue will stride to the podium and announce a deal. And that deal will have the Green and Gold picking at about 24. Whereupon lowball contract offers will commence. And we'll have a summer hearing about how some offensive guard from East Cupcake State will be in "Day 36" of his holdout.

Wake me when it's over. Please.