Rise and Shine, Raider Nation!

The top two jobs in New Orleans this early morning are coffee vendor and telephone technician, because the lines at Saints headquarters are going be lit up like a Christmas tree from darkness through dawn.

Now let me say that I think the Texans are nuts. Freakin’ nuts, I tell you! That sound you hear is David Carr weeping.

Virtually every expert’s mock draft has suddenly been obliterated at the eleventh hour (Stick’Em being a notable exception, as he coolly strutted into my previous take and confidently predicted Williams as Houston’s choice hours before it was announced).

Now, we know the Saints are, if not nuts, at least bewildered. Isn’t it just like the Saints to have this gift dropped in their lap, only to already have a bunch of money tied up in Deuce McAllister? There’s a black cat loose in that franchise, and it’s been loose for decades.

Mr. Benson, it’s Mr. Davis on line one…I mean, how could Mr. Davis not at least make the call, not put out some feelers? This is the Saints! You’ve got to at least try to take candy from that baby.

Even if Mr. Davis isn’t dialing New Orleans, even if the Saints select Bush, things are already looking up for the Oakland Raiders, especially if it’s true that they are in the QB market. The Jets may make a play for Bush in the two slot, trading places with the Saints (who don’t need a QB after signing Brees for top dollar). In which case, either Leinart or Young will almost certainly be available to the Raiders in the seven slot. I know there was already talk about Leinart sliding, but the Jets and Titans could still easily gobble these two guys up—but not if the Jets make a play for Bush (or if the unthinkable happens, and Bush falls to the Jets). And if the Raiders’ sights are already on Mike Huff, then it’s smooth sailing.

Of course, if Mr. Davis is dialing New Orleans, and if he does make a deal for Bush, remember—you heard it here first.

Now grab the beer and cereal and get this party started. Out.