I've had days like the one Brady Quinn had on Saturday.

Only there was no commissioner's private room in which to go hide.

I don't know who was more upset when the Miami Dolphins passed onQuinn, the Notre Dame quarterback who was projected to go anywhere from No. 1 in the draft to cleaning out bird cages in aSouth Bend pet store, or his Ashlee Simpson pre-nose job look-alike girlfriend as she watched the millions of dollars melt away from her beau's contract.

All turned out well for Quinn. He was tapped by the team he grew up rooting for in the Cleveland Browns, who traded back into the first round and the No. 22 spot to select him — and he lost about 10 pounds in sweat on national television.

His strange afternoon was just the tip of a strange iceberg of events that shaped the days of and the days after the draft this year.

• There is a footballGod.

Going to a dog show withMichael Vick would have been less painful than sitting in front of my tube watching Keyshawn Johnson proclaim that every good receiver selected reminded him of, well, him.

Apparently the Carolina Panthers were listening. MeShawn compared the Panthers' selection of Dwayne Jarrett to himself, so the Panthers decided two MeShawns are one too many and released the original Tuesday.

In literature, they call that poetic justice.

• If Don Shula were dead, he'd be doing cartwheels in his grave over the selection of Ohio State's Ted Ginn Jr. Maybe the Dolphins thought they were getting some gin to keep their drunken buzz going after such a selection at No. 9.

Ginn is coming off a foot injury, is undersized and won't be confused withSteve Largent when it comes to catching the football.

Can anyone say "Peter Warrick?"

• This dude better bring rain with his punts at Heinz Field next season.

Trading up for a quarterback is OK. Trading up for a running back, receiver, tight end — even an offensive guard — is OK, too.

But doing it for a punter?

The Steelers did just that to snag Baylor punter Daniel Sepulvada. The left-footed kicker had better have a hang time longer than a TV timeout or the new Steelers mascot is going to break some heads with his foam girder.

At least it will be fun hearing Bill Hillgrove spend most of the season mispronouncing his name.

• And the best name in the draft goes to ...

This was a hard one. You have to give it up for Syndric Steptoe, who was selected by the Browns in the seventh round. Along with Joe Thomas and Quinn, that selection officially crowns Cleveland's draft as the best.

But the coolest name has to be C.J. Ah You. I'm convinced the Bills took the Oklahoma defensive end in the seventh round because they wanted their fans to have this conversation after the draft:

Fan A: "So, who did the Bills take with their last pick?"

Fan B: "Ah You."

Fan A: "Who? Me? Awesome!"The only thing better would have been the selection of "Yo Momma."