Much has been made of the NFL Draft this spring that saw Shedeur Sanders, the former Colorado QB and son of Deion Sanders, fall from faith and hope and land clumsily and sheepishly to the 5th round of the NFL draft. Drafted by the Cleveland Browns. The Browns drafted a quarterback, Dillion Gabriel of Oregon, in the third round. Like I said, this was clumsy and sheepish and just downright awkward.

Some NFL pundits, see Mel Kiper, thought Sanders would and should have been a high draft pick. Sanders landed where he landed. Why? Who knows? There have been stories circulating as to why he fell from grace, be it poor behavior during interviews with teams or his so-called entourage that apparently followed him around from place to place. I said it already. Who knows?

Was it the writing on the wall at Folsom Field in Boulder, Colorado? Maybe so. Who else gets their number retired and their name on the stadium when they had a record of 13-12? He is Deion Sanders’ boy. Do you want to draft a quarterback that was 13-12 in college and gets his number retired? No, you don’t. You’re like me, you would pass. You don’t want that record. You don’t want his dad calling the GM complaining about fill-in-the-blank. It could be anything.

Dave Schnell is no household name among Indiana University Football fans. In the late 1980s, he produced a 20-13-1 record as the starting quarterback of the Indiana Hoosiers. He is the only quarterback in school history that beat Michigan and Ohio State in the same season. That season was in 1987. Dave Schnell passed away in 2011. He had leukemia. You won’t find his name on the wall in Bloomington. Maybe there should be a petition to put Schnell’s #11 on the side of the Memorial Stadium? No. That is not going to happen. The only number in Indiana Athletic History, including all those championship players coached by Bobby Knight, is #32 worn by Indiana running back Anthony Thompson. If you don’t know this, you won’t know. There is no grand mention to be found. A.T., as he as affectionately known, was a teammate of Dave Schnell. All four years from 1986-1989. ALL FOUR YEARS. Remember those days? Dave Schnell was the one who handed the ball to A.T. Schnell was an Elkhart boy that did good.

Look, when they write the history books one day, providing they hold any truth whatsoever, the age we are living in right now will be subtitled THE AGE OF HYPERBOLE. This due to how things are playing out these days. The age of hyperbole is how we get Shedeur Sanders’ number retired and his name on the side of the stadium. It is a sign of the times. Strange times indeed.

The question left over is can this Sanders kid throw an NFL ball? We have all been fooled before. We thought Ryan Leaf was going to shell the corn. His popcorn was burnt. We thought Jamarcus Russell was going to save the Raiders. He’s the reason NFL rookie contracts have been held in check since. Brock Purdy was Mr. Irrelevant. The last man drafted. He is now a star for the 49ers and earned his Jamarcus Russell-like payday. Remember Tom Brady? If Drew Bledsoe hadn’t been knocked out a game to make way for Tom Brady to take the field, who knows what would have happened?

I thought for sure this afternoon one of my casts while I was fishing in Blue River was a trash cast.

Then a catfish came along to prove me wrong.

Moral of the story: time will tell. I assure you the Age of Hyperbole was nowhere to be found along Blue River this afternoon. I like it that way.