Greetings from The Castle in Owings Mills, where I'll be chronicling the NFL draft in this space (and writing about it for tomorrow's Sun) Sorry for the delay. Technical problems (translation: for all its state-of-the-art touches, the Ravens facility doesn't have wireless access for us media types, so dial-up blogging it is).

Don't be mad, though; the drama has just begun. You didn't missed much at the beginning, except that it took 10 minutes, for some reason, for the Texans to hand the Mario Williams card to Paul Tagliabue, doing his last draft. Maybe they were having second thoughts, to go along with all the second-guessing going on across the nation.

The Saints were next, and the Jets fans at Radio City Music Hall were going nuts, screaming and waving "We Want Bush'' signs. They didn't get him. Second pick: Reggie Bush, RB, USC. He had looked a little worried in cameras shots moments before as he talked on his cell phone, hung up, looked glum and got a reassuring pat on the shoulder from an associate at his table in the green room. But the grin was on when his name was called.

A shot from the Saints facility showed fans (or employees - it wasn't clear) going nuts at the selection, resembling the pandemonium when cities are awarded Olympic bids.

Of course, it could all be premature. Any time in the next hour or so, we could hear Tags intone those infamous words, "We have a trade ...'' The talk all last night, after Houston blew things up by signing Williams, was that the Jets were figuring if and how they could get into that No. 2 spot. So don't go away. I won't. I'll be here all day. All ... day ...