Michael Sam is starting to look and sound like a man who might not be drafted
KANSAS CITY, Mo. -- It wouldn't be an NFL Draft if it didn't resemble "Curb Your Enthusiasm" at some point, if we didn't have at least three or four cringe-worthy moments, a few borderline train wrecks captured by the magic of live television.
And there's nothing more cringe-worthy than cutting to the poor guy in the thousand-dollar suit in the Green Room, waiting for his name to be called. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. You could hardly blame Aaron Rodgers for wanting to spit on the Jacob K. Javits Convention Center every time he's walked past the place.
Although, actually, there is something even more awkward, even more uncomfortable: The live shots of the poor guy in his living room, surrounded by family, friends, plates of half-eaten pizza and drinks, staring collectively at the television, waiting for the phone to ring.
And waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
It's great theater, if you're the type who's into psychological torture.