It's pushing 11:00pm on a Thursday evening late in April & Texans brain trust sits in New York waiting patiently to make their selection for Houston. Seems like three hours have passed already now our time is up to send the pick front & center to God himself so he can make the announcement to the football world. Already covered in sweat after processing 25 previous big, nervous & equally sweaty draft prospects, he advances to the podium wiping his brow. Time stops, you drop everything your doing including your precious, beer (no not really). You struggle in agony, yell @ family/friends (soon to be ex) keep quiet & kick the dog for good measure, you are in the zone. Think damn it think, who is still available, followed by horror, who will the Texans take? Receivers you wanted are gone, as are all elite blue chip players @ every position of need. How did this happen? Your head is pounding, spinning hard (nothing to do with that empty 12pk laying harmlessly in the recycle tote). Feel nauseous, maybe a trip to the bathroom would relieve situation, but wait hold on can't miss the moment. Now your mind has gone completely blank, limp & empty can't think of a name or number worth the 26th pick, you start hoping that Texans trade down? Then Goodell bends over his throne, I mean podium & announces, with the 26th selection in the 2012 NFL Draft the Houston Texans select.............. your worst nightmare pick. Who is it____________________? And Why___________________?