Two nights before, actually.
I usually enjoy The Ticket's draft coverage even if I don't have a lot of interest in the draft. I only got to listen to about two hours of it this time around, Thursday evening. The time leading up to and just following the Cowboys' pick.
It was OK, certainly didn't punch out, but it seemed somehow . . . I dunno, undernourished. In the past, The Ticket seemed to have made an investment in the draft, really talked it up, promoted the coverage heavily. Not so much this year, just the guys in the studio, and Cumulus didn't even turn the air conditioning on for them.
There wasn't the same verve and, I daresay, the same preparation we have heard in years past. Norm mispronounced names of at least two of the top batch of picks, and on one occasion he was corrected incorrectly by one of the other hosts.
Bob was good, as usual, but seemed kind of checked out, not really fully engaged. I can't put my finger on it. No criticism, I just got the feeling that maybe he wasn't all that interested in fighting with all the other voices.
As other commenters have observed, Corby was one guy too many. Nothing to add on the football front. And he was doing something peculiar: Every once in awhile he -- at least I think it was him -- would start mumbling quietly when someone else was trying to talk, like nonsense syllables or something under his breath, and Norm would simply stop and the air would go dead. Some really weird moments.
Bright spot: David Moore.
I miss Junior Miller's capsule bios of the players following their selection. Little jewels of reportage and wit.
Draft coverage should be Norm, Bob, and one or the other David (Newbury or Moore). Whether they're all in the same room or divided up between the draft venue, Valley Ranch, and Victory Park, you'd just have a cleaner, livelier, and more informative show.