Sorry, you have to co-star with Cage. Maybe next time you'll STAY in Indy.
Alabama hosted their pro day workouts yesterday, and, as expected, Andre Smith was the main attraction. Every NFL team was represented in Tuscaloosa as scouts looked on to see who Andre Smith really is. Smith was of course asked about his early exit from the combine in Indianapolis.
“I just made a bad decision in leaving the combine. If I had it to do all over again, I would handle it differently. I just made a bad decision in leaving, but I think I made a great football decision to get back and start working out with my trainer.” (quote courtesy ESPN)
Yes, Andre, Leaving Indianapolis was a bad decision. Of course, reports prior to yesterday’s workouts were full of compliments for the one time sure-fire first overall pick. According to multiple sources (that’s fun to say) Smith appeared to be in excellent shape and was working out two or three times a day either in the weight room or on the track. Of course, it may have been a hallucination, considering Smith has dropped his weight to the 325 pounds he was measured at yesterday by apparently skipping weeks worth of meals. Smith said that he is the lightest he’s been in three years.
He stood at 6-04, and ran the 40 in 5.28 and 5.33 seconds. Not awful, not incredible, but then again not all that important for an OT. He managed a 25 inch VERT. But the real disappointment that will have him running for TCBY for a weeklong “cheat day” was the mere 19 reps he posted on the bench press.
Let me get this straight. First, his agent somehow allows him to think that pulling a Keyser Soze at the combine is not all that bad an idea. So he leaves Indy without telling anyone. And now, his trainer, who supposedly had him working three-a-days, has managed to whip him into such good shape that he benched less than Brady Quinn. Maybe those EAS shakes are worth looking into Andre.
Somebody tell this guy that Matt Millen is gone. Underwhelming performances and character issues won’t get you picked by the Lions anymore.
Tell you what, hire me as your agent. I’ll get in touch with Marty McFly (he’s an old college buddy of my weird neighbor’s) and we’ll all go back in time to before you left the combine. Then, I’ll whisper the magic words, “Stay here, do some position drills. Wooooo….” Then, you’ll already be light years ahead of where you are now. And to top it off, I’ll work for kiddy cones from Baksin Robbins. But you can’t have any.
