Well, I’ll be! Seems like some fella from that Mac somethin’-somethin’ school, yeah, that Mac school, got hisself picked for the NFL. Ain’t that somethin’? Folks ’round here are all a-buzzin’ ’bout it. Heard tell he’s a quarterback, one of them fellas who throws the ball. Never really understood all them rules and such, but if he got picked, he must be good, right?
Now, they tell me this NFL, it’s a big deal. Big money, big games, big fellas runnin’ around. Kinda like them bulls back on the farm, only these fellas wear helmets and pads. This boy from Mac school, he’s gonna be mixin’ it up with them big boys now. Hope he’s been eatin’ his Wheaties!
- First off, this ain’t the first time a boy from a small school made it big.
- Remember that fella, Big Ben somethin’? He was from one of them MAC schools too, I reckon.
- And that other boy, the one they traded, Mac somethin’ Jones, yeah him, he played for a bit, got traded off though. Things change fast in this here football world.
They say this Mac school ain’t one of them fancy-pants schools, not like them USC fellas or that Louisiana State bunch. But shoot, a good player’s a good player, no matter where he comes from. Reminds me of my prize-winning pumpkin at the county fair. Didn’t matter that it came from my little patch, it was still the biggest and the best!
Now, this draft thing, it sounds kinda like pickin’ chickens. You got all these fellas lined up, and the teams, they just pick the ones they want. First pick, second pick, all the way down. This boy from Mac school, he must’ve been a prize chicken, getting picked so high. Probably got the scouts all excited, just like my pumpkin did with the judges.
They’re sayin’ this quarterback fella, he’s got a strong arm. Can throw that ball a country mile, they say. Well, I’ve seen some strong arms in my day, fellas haulin’ hay bales and such. But this must be a different kind of strong, a fancy kind. Gotta be accurate too, I guess. Can’t be throwin’ the ball to the other team, now can ya?
It’s a tough road, this football business. Lot of pressure, lot of expectations. This boy from Mac school, he’s gonna have to work hard, stay outta trouble, and keep his head on straight. Just like plantin’ a good crop, you gotta tend to it, nurture it, and protect it from the weeds. If he does that, maybe he’ll have a long and successful career. Maybe he’ll even win one of them Super Bowl rings, whatever those are.
This NFL draft thing, it’s been goin’ on for a long, long time. Since way back in the thirties, they tell me. And all these years, colleges been pumpin’ out players. Some schools are better at it than others, I reckon. Some got a knack for findin’ them good quarterbacks, just like some folks got a knack for growin’ prize-winning tomatoes. Seems like this here Mid-American Conference, the MAC, they’ve been doin’ alright, quietly producing some good players. They ain’t as famous as some of them big name schools, but they get the job done.
They talk about first-round picks and all that. Sounds important. Like gettin’ the first pick of the litter, I guess. You want the best, the strongest, the one with the most potential. This Mac school boy, he must have shown a whole lotta potential. Makes you wonder what they’re feeding them kids over there. They say it ain’t Gatorade, must be something else.
And now this boy can’t just jump straight into the NFL out of high school. He had to go to college, play a few years, and then get drafted. It ain’t like the old days, I tell ya. Back then, things were simpler. You worked hard, you played hard, and you didn’t need no fancy degrees. But times change, I guess. Even in football.
So, here’s to this boy from Mac school. Hope he makes us proud. Hope he shows them big city fellas what a small-town boy can do. And who knows, maybe he’ll inspire other kids from small schools to chase their dreams. Just like that pumpkin of mine inspired other folks to start their own little gardens. It’s all about hard work and a little bit of luck, I reckon.
