Mr. Not So NFL Worthy

I watched a lot of the NFL Draft Saturday and Sunday, primarily because I was bored. Primarily because my wife was at work and I could do whatever I pleased without fear of being reprimanded or told to mow or something like that. Anyway, after all the talk about workouts at the combine I started thinking about my becoming a professional football prospect.

Here's what I got to thinking.

I know that I couldn't do one repetition of 225 pounds on the bench press. The best athletes in the draft can do more than 20. Strike one.

I'm pretty sure my vertical is around 2 inches. Strike two.

I can catch a football. There's a plus.

I'm pretty sure I can run a 4.7 40-yard dash. That beats most linemen and Trent Green!

I eat like a lineman. Hey, that's good...right?

So far, so good. Sort of.

Oh oh oh....I can throw the ball accuartely to a target 10 yards away! Strike 3.

Well...it looks like my chances are slim. There is one positive though. I could still play quarterback for the KC Chiefs.

Or maybe I'll just stay a photographer in the PPL (Professional Photographers League). The chicks dig it.