Mitchell Wilcox And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day At The Combine
I'm sure men that have been breaking down football for a hell of a lot longer than me that get paid a hell of a lot more than me to do so moved Mitchell Wilcox down to the bottom or maybe off of their Big Boards after that performance. But I am the opposite. I couldn't be more in on Big Mitch right now.
To take a zooming pigskin off the teeth without spitting any chiclets shows at least part of his has the body to withstand the rigors of football. Bouncing back and catching the next pass in the gauntlet as your eye swells shut shows resiliency. A bad 40 time as a tight end can be fixed by changing positions one spot over to offensive line. And not picking up all your shit and leaving at any point during that nightmarish workout while all of us unathletic schulbs in the peanut gallery launch jokes shows guts.
Is Wilcox someone I'd want getting the ball with the game on the line? Heavens no. But the world needs blocking tight ends as well as players who know how to handle the media and branding in the 21st century. Simply getting the trademark symbol in your name is at least Marketing 201 in my mind.
"Alert the media, and then you control the story. Wait for them to find out, and the story controls you. That's what happened to OJ - Michael Scott" - Mitchell Wilcox