I just got banned from Mile High Report for posting the following from WalterFootball.com ...

With that in mind, this story is more about Denver's ineptitude than Chicago's triumph. I don't care if the Broncos walk away with seven Hall-of-Famers from this draft class; I will still give them an F in my 2009 NFL Draft Grades. Trading away someone of Cutler's caliber is unforgivable. If Mark Sanchez doesn't pan out - I'm assuming Denver and Jacksonville will swap picks (more on this below) - this move will set this franchise back for years.

The sad thing is that this all could have been avoided. Owner Pat Bowlen should have immediately called Josh McDaniels into his office and smacked him upside the head once the new head coach entertained the idea of trading for Matt Cassel. And once this news broke out to the media, Bowlen should have fired McDaniels on the spot. Doing so would have mended his relationship with Cutler, and he would have never been forced into this predicament.

Instead, the Broncos dealt one of their few strengths, leaving them with a mediocre offense to pair with their putrid defense and brain-dead coach. Yes, they now have a torrent of draft picks - they obtained Chicago's 2009 and 2010 first-rounders and a 2009 third-round choice - but who's to say that any of those selections will pan out? After all, McDaniels preferred Cassel, a system quarterback with limited arm strength over Cutler, an exceptionally talented signal-caller with a rocket arm.

If I were a Denver fan, I'd be scared to death. McDaniels clearly can't read talent. He's only 32 years old. He has no head-coaching experience. The defense is the NFL's worst. Orton is injury-prone and inconsistent. Brandon Marshall is hurt. And Mike Shanahan is miles away, laughing hysterically at this entire situation.

Instead of worrying about claiming the AFC West, I'd be concerned with winning a single game. And I certainly wouldn't be calling my friends, boasting about how my NFL team just made a trade for the ages. Instead, I'd lock the door to my office or room, turn off my cell phone and go back to downloading porn with tears in my eyes.

Guess they don't like me.  Oh well.