In no way would I ever call myself a sports fanatic. I go to college football games to wear cute outfits, socialize, and get free alcohol. Priorities.
But for some reason, I couldn’t stop following the NFL Draft this year. I had convinced myself the Saints would finally stop playing in my face and draft the shiny, brand-new quarterback of our dreams: Shedeur Sanders (you know, Deion’s son—the one who pulls up to Colorado games in cowboy hats and designer fits, and actually has the skills to match).
To my surprise — and genuine horror — the Saints fumbled the bag in broad daylight. Literally. I sat there dumbfounded as they passed up the opportunity to draft him. But I stayed hopeful.
“Someone else will get him tonight,” I told myself.
But then came the second round. Then the third. And… nothing.
My heart broke a little. Not just because Shedeur is insanely talented, but because you could tell he was ready. You could tell he wanted it. He had the draft party fits ready. He showed up for his moment. And yet — crickets.
And if that wasn’t enough, the internet showed up to be exactly what the internet always is: cruel. Two assholes prank-called him, pretending to be the Saints’ general manager. I wish I was making that up.
It wasn’t until the fifth round that Shedeur finally heard his name called — drafted by the Cleveland Browns. And in that moment, watching everything unfold, it hit me:
Sometimes you can do everything right. You can prepare, you can show up, you can want it so bad you can taste it. And still… you have to wait.
Waiting doesn’t mean you aren’t enough. It doesn’t mean your moment isn’t coming. It just means the story isn’t finished yet.
And maybe, just maybe, your real “draft day” is going to look way better than the one you thought you needed so badly.
Patience in your waiting season isn’t just important — it’s essential.
