Latest / The Sports Hangover Daily / Raiders Must Not Trade Maxx Crosby | Jun 21, 2026
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- Welcome to The Sports Hangover Daily, I'm Michael Benatar. Today on the show: Cowboys receiver drama, Maxx Crosby rumor noise, Brendan Sorsby's supplemental draft gamble, and a massive sports Sunday outside the big leagues. Let's get into it. The Cowboys are back in their natural habitat: somehow making June feel stressful. The latest Dallas chatter is all about George Pickens, his contract uncertainty, and what the team does at receiver if this gets messy. Which is exactly the kind of sentence that makes Cowboys fans stare into the middle distance at brunch. Pickens is talented. Nobody's arguing that. He's the kind of receiver who can turn a bad throw into a forty-yard gain and make your offense look way more explosive than it really is. Dallas needs that. Dak Prescott needs that. CeeDee Lamb needs someone on the other side who scares defenses. The problem is everything around Pickens feels one bad week away from becoming a full episode. Contract limbo, depth concerns, backup plans — this is not how you want your receiver room sounding before camp even gets rolling. And for Dak, this matters more than people want to admit. The Cowboys can talk all they want about balance, defense, and being more physical. Fine. Lovely. Put it on a T-shirt. But when this team loses big games, the conversation always lands back on Dak. So if Dallas is gonna ask him to carry another season, don't make his second receiver spot a group project. Either commit to Pickens, get the deal structure under control, and make him part of the plan — or stop pretending this is stable. Because Dallas doesn't do quiet drama. Dallas does drama with a camera crew, a debate show, and Jerry Jones smiling like he knows something nobody else knows. Around the league, the Maxx Crosby rumor noise is floating again, and I need the Raiders to act like adults here. This is speculation, not a confirmed trade report. But every time Crosby's name gets tossed around, the same answer applies: why would Vegas trade the one guy on that roster who plays like the building is on fire? Crosby is the identity. If you're moving him, you're not retooling. You're waving a white flag with shoulder pads on. The Anthony Richardson-to-Detroit rumor is also out there, and this one feels like pure offseason brain candy. The Lions being floated as a possible landing spot makes sense in a Madden universe. Big athlete, huge arm, sit him behind Jared Goff, let Ben Johnson's old offense do the magic trick. In real life? That's a complicated swing for a team that's trying to win now. If Detroit adds a quarterback project, it has to be cheap, quiet, and not turn into a daily referendum on Goff. Good luck with that. Brendan Sorsby is still the weirdest NFL story on the board. He's no longer being treated like a normal college player for twenty twenty-six after applying for the supplemental draft. Teams are now trying to decide if he's worth burning twenty twenty-seven draft capital. That's risky as hell. You're not just scouting the arm. You're scouting the eligibility mess, the betting context, the maturity piece, and whether your locker room can absorb the noise. Somebody will talk themselves into it because quarterbacks make front offices reckless. They always do. Also in rumor-land: DeMario Douglas to the Jets speculation, and Roschon Johnson being tied to Carolina. Both are shaky trade rumors, so let's not act like Adam Schefter kicked down the door. But Douglas to the Jets is at least fun. A smaller, twitchy slot type staying in the division after New England keeps adding receivers? That's petty. I support petty. The NFL runs on grudges, money, and coaches pretending they don't read Twitter. Outside the NFL, the U.S. Open at Shinnecock has a real Sunday sweat set up. Wyndham Clark enters the final round at seven under with a six-shot lead. Scottie Scheffler is still lurking among the chasers with the career Grand Slam storyline sitting there. Six shots sounds safe until Shinnecock starts acting like Shinnecock. That course does not care about your lead, your feelings, or your weekend plans. The Special Olympics USA Games opened Saturday at the University of Minnesota, and this is one of the best sports stories of the week. Nearly three thousand athletes, all fifty states, sixteen sports. Demi Lovato and Jon Batiste were part of the Opening Ceremony, which is a pretty strong way to start the party. Sometimes sports is contracts and rumors. Sometimes it's just people competing their asses off and reminding you why the games are still the whole point. And the College World Series Finals are rolling too. Oklahoma took Game one over North Carolina, nine to three. That's a punch in the mouth to start a finals series. Carolina's got to answer fast, because Omaha momentum gets weird when one dugout starts feeling like every bounce belongs to them. The Hangover Take: the Raiders cannot trade Maxx Crosby. Not this summer. Not at the deadline. Not for a cute pile of picks that sounds good on a spreadsheet. Bad teams love convincing themselves that future assets are the same thing as having great players. They are not. Picks are lottery tickets with helmets. Crosby is already the thing you're praying those picks become. If Vegas trades him, the message to the locker room is brutal: play hard, become elite, become the face of the franchise — and we'll ship you out because the rebuild got inconvenient. That's loser math. Build around the guy who gives your team a spine. Figure out the quarterback. Fix the offensive line. Draft better. Do all the boring stuff competent teams do. But don't trade the one player who makes opponents plan their week around you. That's your hangover. Go hydrate. I'll see you tomorrow.