Like any writer, I've got good days and bad. Sometimes, I wake up, shave, shower and bang out 2500 words, all with enough spare time to grab a lunchtime cocktail afterward (I like those days). Others, I'm groggy, slow, and procrastinate, making myself as valuable to society as Snooki from Jersey Shore.
Also like any writer, my thoughts come to me at all kinds of strange times and in weird places. Laying in bed, walking the dog, showering, whatever. And when those thoughts come, I need a quiet place to write before I lose them, and my motivation to work.
Luckily for me there's a college library right down the street. Now to you, having a college library right next door might not mean much, but to a writer, it's like hitting the lottery: Quiet, open at all kinds of weird hours, with nice girls to look at too. And fortunately, I've even still got a few years before I turn into the creepy old guy hanging out there. Which is a good thing.
Anyway, a few nights ago was one of those times where I needed peace and quiet, and I needed it at a weird time of night. What was supposed to be a quick stopover turned into a seven hour stay, with me finally emerging from the library well after 1 a.m., bleary eyed, slurry speeched and staggering, like I'd just gone 12 rounds with Manny Pacquiao (See what writing does to me?)
Right next to the library is a pretty prominent music school, and as I was walking by I was shocked to hear noise coming from it. I know it's a music school, but come on, it was 1:30 in the morning, and these kids are in college. Didn't they have binge drinking to do or something?
Anyway, by now I bet you're thinking, "Aaron what does any of this have to do with the NFL Combine." I'm getting there.
My point is, that after spending the better part of the last four days on my couch, in my underwear, watching the NFL Combine, I can never again judge anyone for how they choose to use their time. Ever. Whether it's playing the flute at 1:30 in the morning, hanging out at adult bookstores, watching The Big Bang Theory, whatever, nothing was as pathetic as me these past four days. Nothing. I am now officially the last person in the world who can throw stones.
Much like waking up after a long night of drinking and looking through your text log, I'm not exactly sure how I got to this place. To use another analogy, the Combine elicited similar emotion to driving by a car crash, once it caught my eye I couldn't turn away. No matter how bad I wanted to.
But just because the last four days turned into an epic waste of time, doesn't mean that I didn't learn anything. Quite the opposite actually.
So for all of you who didn't have the chance to watch (I know, I know, you had "work responsibilities." Whatever.) I took copious notes. On the pretty and ugly, highs and lows, and bad jokes and bench presses mixed in. This is "The Good, The Bad and The Goofy of the 2010 NFL Combine." Enjoy.