I’m 34. I’ve had one knee surgery already. I’m not getting any younger.
So it only makes sense that this is the year I officially declare my eligibility for the NFL Scouting Combine.
Every year it’s the same thing. Late February comes around and my cell phone blows up with calls from NFL front office representatives. They all want to know one thing:
“When are you going to make our dreams come true and decide to play in the NFL? Please let us know so we can send scouts, we beg of you.”