After writing about Ashton Jeanty’s upside and having that kicking around in my head, there’s another player I keep coming back to. There’s a particular draft decision I made last year that keeps rearing its ugly head. It pertains to Jeanty’s teammate Brock Bowers, and it’s an extension of what I wrote about with regards to not playing scared.
In my longest-running league, a 16-team behemoth that has been going for over 20 years, I hit an early pivot point in the draft. It was round five or six, still early but with enough picks made to have a decent idea of what the team looked like. I like swinging for elite tight ends and I got carried away and took false prophet Dalton Kincaid early, figuring I had locked in Josh Allen’s top weapon. Whoops.
