I mentioned the other day that I planned on watching the entire NFL draft, as is my habit. Although everyone was kind enough not to say it, I'm sure most of you were thinking "Good God, has he no life?" Well, no, but it's very hurtful to point that out. But lo! Who has no life now, as he got to watch history unfold? Okay, it's still me. Thanks for pointing that out as well, jerk.
As my beloved Cleveland Browns had apparently decided that scoring points isn't necessary to building a winning football team, I'll admit that I spent the day alternately cursing their front office and, more to the point, waiting to see if Michael Sam would get drafted. Sam, as the world has known for a few months now, would be the first (publicly) openly gay player drafted into the NFL. If he were drafted. Despite being rated by many experts as a fourth-round pick, Nate Silver placed the odds of him getting picked by a team at 50/50. There were a few reasons for this. First, there's the one that everyone already knows about. Second, to be clear, someone who is drafted in the 4th-7th rounds of the NFL draft is far from a sure-fire success as a pro, and even if a team wasn't scared off by the prospect of drafting a gay player (and risking "the drama" that could bring), there are several legitimate football-related reasons teams might hesitate to draft him. (The reverse is also true—without issues of his size, speed, etc., he might have gotten drafted later than he deserved, but there wouldn't have been as much suspense as to whether he would be drafted at all; if he were, say, a gay player with what was considered first-round talent, he might slip to the second or third round.)