The Start of the Combine Means Box Jump SZN is Upon Us
Life has made us suffer through almost a whole agonizing month without football, but now it’s back, baby. In “Guys working out in shorts and t-shirts” form. The Combine is here in all its stopwatch, tape measure, weights and spinny-things-hanging-down-above-the-high-jump glory.
And what do you do if say, you’re a low-level prospect on the bubble with faint hope of maybe being taken in the 7th round? If you failed to get the pro scouts’ attention when they came to check out your blue chip teammate? Well if you’re Texas Tech wideout Dylan Cantrell, you build that beautiful giant LEGO tower and you show the personnel gurus what you’re made of.
This to me is the very essence of the Combine. What makes it part of the fabric of our great culture. It’s not about the Sam Darnold’s getting their hands measured and refusing to throw. It’s the Dylan Cantrell’s showing up with a dream and a 62-inch vertical and trying to make an impression. This is something right out of the animal kingdom. The bird with the brightest tailfeathers, the bison with the biggest horns or the meerkat who can do the best mating dance to attract attention. It’s why the Cantrells of the world prove the laws of physics don’t apply to them:
Sure, most draft experts are falling in love with Texas Tech’s Keke Coutee and his superior 40-time. But I’m getting behind the peacocking kid who knows the way into America’s heart is with a great exhibition of box jumping and back flipping. Godspeed, Dylan Cantrell.