I was prepared to make the headline some horrible pun. Something about “No Joeckel, Chiefs Get Their Man,” or some equally nauseating variation thereof. The headline practically wrote itself, but then the Chiefs went and threw a goose in my propeller by doing what few thought they’d do: they spent the first selection on someone other than tackle Luke Joeckel.
After a month full of murmuring and grumblings filled with clandestine whispers and what-ifs, Joeckel began to lose his footing as the inarguable first pick. In the past week, the murmurings and grumblings became a cacophony of coin flips: Eric Fisher or Luke Joeckel, Luke Joeckel or Eric Fisher. Giant White Guy A or Giant White Guy B. Pick your poison.
So the Chiefs went Fishing. (See, there we go. I still landed an awful pun.) Continue reading →