An open letter to those weirdos who watch the NFL scouting combine on television:
Can you please explain why? I like sports as much as the next guy. I also like to talk about sports, and to read good writing about sports. But there's a line that's drawn, and it's not exactly a fine line -- more like a fence. And what's certainly on the odd side of that fence is watching a football player get timed in the 40-yard dash or spotted while bench-pressing, or whatever it is they do at the combine. The worst thing about the end of football season is the constant speculation about which player might get taken in the draft. That this inane guessing game now has the added sanction of allowing people to actually watch guys work out takes all this to unfathomable levels of ridiculousness. They will play football again starting in September. Be patient. And in the meantime, try to get out of the house every once in a while.
You need help,
the life of kings
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