We've said this before, but it bears repeating: The NFL Combine has always creeped us out. Call us old-fashioned, but we just can't muster the appropriate interest in recruiting and draft prospect stories. We like to see a guy show up on our team and then see how he fits in. We know: We're a geezer.
This is not to mention, of course, the ongoing gay subtext that goes along with every combine, the spectacle of a bunch of tubby middle-aged men watching 21-year-olds prance around in their underwear. And the gays have noticed. From OutSports:
The [NFL Network], owned by the league, has wall-to-wall coverage of the annual flesh fest known as the NFL Combine, a place where players who hope to be selected in the April draft show what they've got for the assembled coaches, scouts and personnel men. And I mean show all almost all they got. The lift weights, run sprints and strip down to their underwear to be weighed and have their body fat percentage measured.
We would like to remind everyone that the NFL Draft Combine is yet another vivid reminder that the NFL does not measure success by heart, or guts, or grit. They measure it, simply, by meat.
The NFL's Homoerotic Rite [OutSports]