Draft Day - 2005. I'm rocking out to a pre-release copy of the new White Stripes album ( ed. note - "Get Behind Me Satan" ). It's no Bon Jovi... but it's still pretty good, I guess. Theo Epstein from the Red Sox is sitting in with us in our Draft Room. We've got the 32nd pick in the first round (again), so there's a lot of sitting around waiting for the Buffaloes and Jacksonvilles and Minnesotas of the world to get their heads out of their asses. I mention to Theo that I'm thinking tight end with the first pick. Anyway, the Steelers take Heath Miller off the board at #30 and Theo starts chirping. "Wait... I thought Heath Miller was your guy ." "Yeah. He's going to be good. And I love drafting tight ends." "And the Steelers just took him." "Yeah. So?" "They're your rivals! Your mortal enemies!" "Pretty much." "Why aren't you flipping out over this? Why aren't you t...