Another Hypothetical:
Little known Mike Berg out of Harvard shows up at the draft and measures out at 6'7 and 320 pounds of pure muscle. For a moment this will confuse the scouts that had previously had him listed at 6'2 and 260. However, this explains his lack of production prior to the combine (where he matches Mario's numbers in every event). Everyone immediately ranks him in their top 5 picks. However, Al Davis (being behind the times and not realizing he really should draft the "big pretty") wants speed at a skill position, so he looks to trade down. Houston, over Kubiak's objections, decides he is the guy and trades Andre, Carr and #8 to move up to #1 and take him.
Then next year, Berg and Mario each register 3 sacks a game (and Weaver and Johnson each get two a game because other teams have to triple team Berg and Mario or they would get 9 sacks a game each) and we win every game in the regular season.
We almost lose in the conference championship game because of the combination of our OL giving up its average of 7 sacks a game and Andre Johnson racking up 6 touchdowns and 300 yards receiving (with Quinn, the #8 pick only throwing every pass to Andre the whole game - while taunting hs own teammate Randy Moss with "bet you won't hit my meter maid Aunt with your car again, will you"). But, with time running out, Moss attacks Quinn with a Sharpie that he had hidden in his sock resulting in both being thrown out of the game. Carr comes in, tries to throw to Andre who is quadruple covered, Dunta intercepts and scores to win the game as time runs out.
Then in the Superbowl, Chicago runs every play and they rout us 77-0, with 10 touchdowns coming from their defense and the last one from their punt return team.