...NFL Draft...

So with the first pick in the 2006 NFL Draft, the Houston Texans shocked the world and now could stake claim to the biggest Draft blunder of all time.

Reggie Bush is a dynamic, once-in-a-decade talent, and the Texans shrugged off his highlight reels of ability to shore up thier defensive line. Unless Mario Williams becomes a mutaation of Julius Peppers, Reggie White and Bruce Smith, I will have a hard time wrapping my brain around this selection.

To me, Bush is somewhat fraile and played in a system at USC that was loaded with talent. Sure, there could be a drop off in production. Maybe Bush wasn't even the best back at USC; he could be second to LenDale White.

Or, maybe the Texans just screwed this one up. All the clamor from the talking heads (a.k.a. Draft experts) say the Texans "filled a need" with Mario Williams. Oh, excuse me for thinking Bush will touch the ball 10 times a game and rack up 100-or-more yards. I must not be paying attention.

Truth is, Williams can become the next whomever and become a Hall-of-Fame defensive end. He can average 15 sacks a year and win Defensive Player of the Year each year he is in the League. It won't matter if Bush turns into the next Barry Sanders.

The Draft is based on nothing more than a player's potential, and Bush's ceiling blows Williams' out of the water. It's not even close.

But then again, since when have the Texans been anywhere close to knowing what they are doing. The last defensive player selected No. 1 overall was DE Courtney Brown. Five bucks says you're not sure what year he was drafted, by whom, and what team he's on now.

If the Texans wanted a marque d-end they should've traded for John Abraham, not bungled their future. Bush was overhyped after the Rose Bowl, and now has been sold short. He likely will ressurect the New Orleans franchise.

The Texans, however, won't have much time to mull their the Bush-Williams debate. With decision-making theirs, Houston will probably be on the clock for the 2007 Draft midway through next season.

Other thoughts:

• Jets: Great draft. Shoring up the offensive line with D'Brickashaw Ferguson and Nick Mangold weren' t dazzling picks, and even my Jets' fans friends who I watched the Draft with groaned when the first selection was made. They won't be groaning two-to-three years from now when these guys anchor an offensive line similar to the Chiefs and Broncos, who each have perrenial 1,000-yard rushers.

• 49ers: I was hoping AJ Hawk would slip to six, but I can't argue too much with Vernon Davis. I watched his combine and he was amazing. Maybe he can turn Alex Smith into a servicable quarterback (1 touchdown, 11 interceptions in 2005). Mike Nolan, former Ravens defensive guru, saw the effect Todd Heap had in Baltimore and thinks Davis can have the same impact. I just don't think taking a TE with the No. 6 pick is great value. DE Manny Lawson, Williams teammate at NC State, is a speed rusher. I don't like his size, especially in a 3-4 defense.

...happy or not, this story needs an ending...

For the past three offseasons, ESPN has pumped our televisions and inflated our brains with this never-ending storyline, which has become an annual annoyance for me and many NFL fans.

"I'm not sure I can be totally committed to this team," Brett Favre quibbles every offseason.

Or better yet, Favre ponders, "Two minutes left, it's crunch time, I don't know if I want the ball."

Well, I want the ball. So I can shove it in Favre's mouth. I've seen better acting watching daytime soap operas with my grandmother, and less tears, too. I wish there was a plug I could pull on the resuscitator keeping Favre's career alive.

I would be arm-deep in a bag of popcorn to watch it flat-line. I'd be the first online registering for a press credential to be at his retirement press conference. I'm salivating just thinking about it.

Favre has been a thorn in my side since 1995, when his Packers dethroned the 49ers as Super Bowl Champions. Since that agonizing upset, the Packers have eliminated the 49ers from the playoffs four times. Hence, as great as Favre has been, I don't quite appreciate it. His career highlight for me is his cameo in "Something About Mary." But that's about it.

He doesn't have the talent to be successful in Green Bay. No defense, no WRs and he has no magic left in that arm. Last year was the first time since 1999 he threw more interceptions than touchdowns and the Packers spiraled to a 4-12 debacle.

He's danced the Packers, in a lose-lose situation until Favre makes a decision, around like a puppeteer. And why? He was owed a roster bonus in April that the Packers pushed back to July 27 so Favre can scratch his beard and ponder his life.

Favre is an adored athlete, one of the most well-respected men in sports. He overcame an addiction to pain killers which was chronicled better than a reality TV show. His heartfelt performance on Monday Night Football after his father's passing two years ago was also one a jaw-dropper.

But his infatuation with attention rivals that of 90 percent of the sorority girls at Hofstra. If he threw on a wind-breaker and a plethora of make-up, he'd fit right in.

Memo to Brett: If you're reading, please do us all a favor and retire! You all you're doing is tarnishing your legacy and ruining my NFL experience.

On deck: My Top 10 Kiss of Death Moments; My Top 10 Favorite Sports Victories; My Top Gut-wrentching Losses