Draft day, and the days leading up to it, were an interesting roller coaster of experiences. The first thing was of course the initial contact by many of the teams (ultimately 6 of 8) narrowing down what they thought of me and what I thought of them and whether we'd be a good fit. Then the next round of contacts, by those who'd decided I was a target for them at a specific pick, and there were two - one of these, though, really started to make things real. I'd been contacted by a team saying that I was a possibility for them in the late first round (one of five players they'd wanted at the pick, and that it would depend on who fell). Now I know what you're thinking - first round, that's exciting, right? Well for me, it was honestly not something I was particularly thrilled about. I knew I wasn't one of the eight most active guys in the draft, and while obviously things like positional scarcity and personality fit can go a long way, I really didn't want to be put in a position where I felt hounded on to "live up to" a pick I didn't think I should have had in the first place. So when the first round went by and I wasn't selected, the first feeling wasn't one of disappointment, it was one of relief. After that, it was just a matter of team. There were obviously some preferences, and as it turned out, one of those preferences ended up being the team that selected me, so I was happy.
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