3 & Out - Trades in the NFL, true first-round talent in the draft, The Ravens and Lamar

Three-and-Out, let’s roll—mailbag time; hit my DMs, subscribe to the feed, and yes, our videos are up on that little app called Netflix—kidding, but you get the vibe.

Quick news beat: David Montgomery to Houston is a smart get, and everyone’s waiting on real movement while Howie and Spitek keep leaks tight; Philly genuinely likes A.J. Brown, so prying him loose would be pricey, and I still think Max Crosby and A.J. could move, but nothing’s spilling.

On Super Bowl pay versus the halftime show: the stage is free marketing for artists and always worth it, but playoff checks for players are tiny compared to the risk and ratings, and the union should push harder there.

The budget build still works—rookie-deal QB plus a loaded roster—but teams keep handing top-of-market money to mid-tier quarterbacks, and that’s bad business; be patient, use the fifth-year option, and stop matching elite deals just because the last guy got paid.

Al Davis isn’t a clean comp to Howie Roseman or John Schneider; he owned the club and wore multiple hats, more like Jerry Jones or Paul Brown than a modern GM.

Why Nick Sirianni gets side-eyed and John Harbaugh gets flowers: branding and tenure; the Harbaugh name carries football royalty weight, and time on the job smooths edges—keep winning and the narrative flips.

Tag-and-trade sounds neat, but the cap mechanics are brutal; once you tag a player you must carry that full number, so unless the tender’s signed and a deal is lined up fast, you’re probably keeping him.

Amon-Ra’s a tone-setter and a monster after the catch, but Jefferson and Chase are in a different talent band; on Makai Lemon, reports are mixed and the receiver class feels more middle-of-the-road than top-heavy.

On the Raiders shifting to a 3–4: Crosby can thrive in any front as a stand-up rusher, but I still expect a bidding war that nets two first-rounders, and Vegas should pour resources into offense while the defense catches up.

‘Only 15 to 20 true first-rounders’ means grades, not picks; teams drafting in the 20s still have to choose, which is how second-round grades end up with first-round contracts and that valuable fifth-year option.

Cardinals culture check: when players hand your owner an F on the report card, that tells you everything; the franchise has long felt cheap and chaotic, and fans are stuck hoping for a sale that isn’t coming soon.

Dad diaries: the little guy’s got the sniffles and can’t blow his nose, so we’re running saline, humidifier, and a mini vacuum that could clear a runway; it’s messy, it’s loud, and you just feel for him.

Chiefs and a running back at nine: Jeremiah Love’s a stud but not Adrian Peterson and likely gone early, so I’d stay in the trenches unless the board does something funky.

Lamar Jackson isn’t getting traded; the Ravens are lining up an extension, probably with serious guarantees, and I wouldn’t be shocked if spring attendance is part of the conversation.

TV question—flag football NFL game versus a Spurs–Raptors Finals: the NFL still smokes it; this league is the biggest show on television, and the combine’s real juice is coaches and GMs dropping sound bites that run the internet.

On where to listen: I get credit either way—my feed or Cowherd’s—but subscribing to the Three-and-Out feed helps long-term if anything ever changes behind the scenes.

Mock season: I’ll likely do a top ten closer to the draft, but once you’re past the teens you’re guessing through chaos.

Baby sleep hacks: appreciate the chiropractor tip, but at six to seven weeks he has to eat every few hours, which means wake-ups, explosions, and a mountain of diapers.

Andy Reid and running backs: history says he finds value later—think Jamal Charles in the third—so spending big capital there has never been his move.

On imposter syndrome: nerves are normal—Tiger’s nervous on the first tee—so write your tasks down, stack small wins, and remember they picked you for a reason; keep your head down, handle this week, and I’ll go wrestle my wild little dude.