I don't know that it's entirely fair to say that the NFL combine has jumped the shark, because that would be underselling the type of vertical one would have to measure in at to hurdle a megalodon. To be clear, I'm all for athletes letting their emotions get the best of them after proving all their hard work to be worth it. However, the fact that "it" is really just the shaving of mere milliseconds off a timed sprint, as opposed to the production of multiple years of game tape, makes me think we just might be putting too much of an emphasis on the results of the quickest of workouts in judging the potential of the NFL's immediate future. It's not the shedding of tears that I take issue with, but rather the fact that an insanely fast 40 yard dash has apparently come to be treated as important enough to instinctually send them uncontrollably streaming down the face of those that run them now-a-days. DK Metcalf and Devin White did nothing more than peak what were already formidable draft stocks. Therefore, we should probably reel back the relevance of running fast relative to your position group or make sure they show up to the draft to collect the actual fruits of their labor in water-proof suits, as that day should be exponentially more prideful and emotional than the one in which they slapped a number on their superhuman speed.
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