I’m in Santa Clara at Niner Central. The TV is on and Mike Mayock is talking and talking and I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown from the sheer nasalness of his voice. So let’s play a game to keep me sane. Let’s do a writers draft. There are seven rounds.

For our first-round pick we take Shakespeare. Will anyone out there predict the next six picks. Please do this so I can divert myself from Mayock.