All the odes to Joe Alexander have been written and just about every angle has been explored. All that’s left, as the saying goes, is the crying — but in a good way. Yet in one last perusal of the Internet, something caught my attention like a … well, like a nunchuk upside the head.

Turns out our draft pick had different dreams.

If you think I’m a little upset we missed out on this or, more likely, that it was hidden from us, you’re absolutely right. That would have been an immense assist in our quest to find a nickname — and, jeez, read those comments and ask yourself what you were thinking!