The time has come and gone; the NFL scouting combine came in like a kitten and came out like a domesticated house cat. The combine is one of the NFL’s more bizarre traditions, right up there with Jon Gruden’s commentary and John Elway’s covert attempts to spit “sunflower seeds” into his cup.

The combine is notorious for showing the world what Tom Brady looks like running in a straight line, (it’s hilarious by the way), and gives further insight into how and why I could never be a professional athlete.

The problem I have with the combine is that I really don’t care who any of these people are until I hear their name called on draft day, and even then I only really care if it’s the Broncos. Sure there’s some notable faces this year, like DeShaun Watson, but does the world really need a six hour marathon of watching large men run for a few seconds and jump really high?

Now you’re probably saying, “well the Olympics are a six hour marathon of people running fast and jumping high, why don’t you have a problem with the Olympics?” To that I say, I do have a problem with the Olympics but they’re mostly problems with the organizing committee and whoever thought it was a good idea to put the Olympics in Russia. But the Olympics are about achieving international glory and pride for the home country. You know what the scouting combine is? A glorified job interview.

Hundreds of candidates all competing for the same job, professional athlete, undergoing a series of rigorous tests to see if they’re up to the task. And we have to televise this? We have to make an entire three day spectacle out of it?

And the whole thing plays out like a golf tournament, with the commentators whispering to each other while these giants sprint for 40 yards with millisecond differences between the running times. It’s awkward and at times feels like watching cattle being herded and inspected before going to auction.

This isn’t even counting the fact that more often than not, the scouting combine just gets it wrong. Remember Tom Brady? Every single scout that looked at the former Michigan quarterback said he was too slow, weak and poorly built. This resulted in every team passing him up for six rounds until the New England Patriots took him with pick number 199. Well, what happened after that? Oh you know, Tom Brady became the only quarterback to win five Super Bowls and will probably be regarded as the greatest quarterback of all time.

Or take Charles Rodgers. Oh you don’t remember Charles Rodgers? Well, he ran a 4.28 40-yard dash and was selected as the number two pick in the draft to the Lions, thinking that he would be the next great wide-receiver much like Randy Moss or Jerry Rice. You know what happened to him? His troubles with the law and drugs not only made him incapable of playing at a high level like Randy Moss, he was out of the league after his third season, and only played 15 games total in his career.

Much to Roger Goodell’s chagrin, the NFL scouting combine cannot test players for their ability to stay out of trouble with the law, or illegal drugs.

So the NFL scouting combine is a long and drawn out cattle herding that has gotten many things wrong over its lifetime, and yet somehow still manages to dominate the airwaves and be one of the major events covered on all the sports networks. Hmm, herding cattle, getting things wrong and dominating the airwaves, that reminds me I need to tape that new episode of “Real Housewives” tonight.