This Week in the NFL

“Hope is drafted in April. Blood is spilled in November.”

It did not begin with a roar but with a murmur, the second day, a long slow procession of names, a reshuffling of dreams, the picking over of the not-forgotten but the not-chosen, the waiting men and the waiting teams, the waiting city blinking in the fluorescent light of expectation.

It began, as all reckonings do, not with the explosion but with the waiting—the slow circling of the clock’s hands, the shivering hush of breath held behind closed war room doors, the weight of hope and dread pressing through the fiber of each calloused executive hand. This was the night of the choosing, the night where fortunes are mortgaged, where legacies are wagered, where mistakes, glorious and catastrophic, are committed to paper and screen and history. And on this night, the first round of the 2025 NFL Draft unfolded not as a linear story but as a living thing—swerving, lunging, breathing.