Brady Quinn has left the room.
Brady Quinn's girlfriend is wondering what's going on. Why is it well past lunch time and her beau has not been picked yet? This was not how life was going to be.
Did she just slip her ring off? (Just kidding.) Did she just glance over toward JaMarcus Russell? (Just kidding.) Will the couple be going to Gulf Shores on vacation instead of Ireland?
Russell has been in the clubhouse counting his money since 11:15 a.m. Saturday when he became the first pick of the 2007 NFL Draft at Radio City Music Hall in New York City. Quinn was still "on the course" after 3 p.m. with the other also-rans far behind the leaders. That's more than four hours. That's a whole football game. A football game similar to the last Sugar Bowl, which Quinn sort of missed out on, too. Russell was in the clubhouse of that one pretty early, too.
Russell is Tiger Woods to Quinn's Phil Mickelson ... if Quinn is lucky.
Why do they keep showing that little snap shot of Quinn as a boy in a Cleveland Browns' uniform? It's so cute, but Brady's girlfriend wants to see a picture of Quinn next to the NFL commissioner like the one JaMarcus got. And just yesterday Quinn was atop Radio City Music Hall with Russell. That's the closest Quinn has ever been to Russell. Russell could've thrown Quinn to the Empire State Building. Quinn should have realized then what it must have been like to be Matt Flynn.
And another selection goes by. And another. And suddenly Quinn's not so cool anymore. Neither is Notre Dame. Neither is coach Charlie Weis, whom we were told was personally preparing Quinn for the NFL. Apparently the NFL didn't believe that. Could the only thing Brady have in common with Tom Brady be a name?
Are NFL teams suddenly growing wary of white quarterbacks in the early rounds because of so many duds in recent years like Ryan Leaf, Cade McNown, Heath Shuler, Rick Mirer and David Klingler, among several others? Is Eli Manning the next dud? Or will it be Matt Leinart, who is still trying to catch up with Vince Young?
Suddenly, another smart move by this smart new NFL commissioner. Roger Goodell politely has Dr. Quinn, who is starting to look like he needs a medicine woman, escorted to a private room to weep away from the ESPN cameras and all the laughing.
And finally, in round 22 at 3:18 p.m., Brady Quinn's name is finally called. But he has to walk back into the room. He has to put his coat back on. I didn't see his girlfriend. Then he starts strutting again like he did before the Sugar Bowl. He starts strutting like he was the No. 1 pick. But it's not working again.
Russell's the King of New York, Quinn. You're an afterthought. But, hey you went to Notre Dame!
The 22nd pick? Russell would've stayed at LSU had he known he would've gone that low.
Russell had long left the room by then. He was outside throwing passes to the Statue of Liberty.