It’s safe to say we live in an over-hyped world. Snake oil abounds.
“Try DEF oil and you’ll never have another ache or pain again. AND you’ll sleep like a baby.”
“Our new air fryer crisps up frozen French fries just like you get them at Burger King. And there’s no grease, so no calories. AND, they taste delicious.”
“Hank Honkiteer can’t miss in this year’s NFL draft. Guaranteed he’s a first rounder and expect to see him in the Hall of Fame 20 years from now.”
Unless in some unfathomable remarkable way (please tell us how you do it), messages like those above reach your eyes and ears at least occasionally, but more likely on a regular basis. You hear the hype so much that you may turn off the TV, not read any newspapers or online news, or maybe, GASP, stop glancing at your social media accounts.
But, I would reckon most people continue to mosey on their way without changing their behavior. So, if you happened to be bored a week-a-half ago, and happen to be an NFL fan or sports fan in general, it’s possible you tuned into the over-hyped NFL draft day routine. The travesty that now is called an “event drawing 600,000 fans over several days.” Hard to believe. Next year is in Vegas and they expect a bigger spectacle.
Anyway…… I had a mild curiosity to see if Kyler Murray, a quarterback from Oklahoma University, would be taken as the first pick in the draft by the Arizona Cardinals. There were several reasons for my curiosity.
There was intrigue. It was pretty clear from all sports analysts that Murray would go number one, so there wasn’t much tension about the pick.
Until you got to the draft. OMG.
You’d have thought we were waiting for the next nuclear strike. Kyler Murray this. “Does Kyler Murray wear boxers or briefs? Will Kyler Murray celebrate with a steak dinner or hamburger? What’s Kyler Murray’s favorite color?” Kyler Murray this, Kyler Murray that.
I actually felt bad for the guy. GET THE DAMN DRAFT STARTED. WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN.
BUT NO! The powers that be must continue to hype for 15 minutes before the Cardinals can announce (or perhaps it’s “do” announce, since they might have milked that 15 minutes for their own hyped purposes) that Kyler Murray is indeed the number one pick in the NFL draft.
I had thought about watching more of the draft. But since it had been the most boring 15 minutes of my life leading up to the announcement of his selection, I thought, “Do I want to listen to more hype?” Nope.
Turned the TV off. Read a book. Went to bed. The sun rose again the next day. I could read about the results and analyses in the newspaper if I cared to.
And the draft went on. And on. And on. Fans cheered, went nuts. I went to work, ate and slept. I am happy with my decision.
“Try DEF oil and you’ll never have another ache or pain again. AND you’ll sleep like a baby.”
“Our new air fryer crisps up frozen French fries just like you get them at Burger King. And there’s no grease, so no calories. AND, they taste delicious.”
“Hank Honkiteer can’t miss in this year’s NFL draft. Guaranteed he’s a first rounder and expect to see him in the Hall of Fame 20 years from now.”
Unless in some unfathomable remarkable way (please tell us how you do it), messages like those above reach your eyes and ears at least occasionally, but more likely on a regular basis. You hear the hype so much that you may turn off the TV, not read any newspapers or online news, or maybe, GASP, stop glancing at your social media accounts.
But, I would reckon most people continue to mosey on their way without changing their behavior. So, if you happened to be bored a week-a-half ago, and happen to be an NFL fan or sports fan in general, it’s possible you tuned into the over-hyped NFL draft day routine. The travesty that now is called an “event drawing 600,000 fans over several days.” Hard to believe. Next year is in Vegas and they expect a bigger spectacle.
Anyway…… I had a mild curiosity to see if Kyler Murray, a quarterback from Oklahoma University, would be taken as the first pick in the draft by the Arizona Cardinals. There were several reasons for my curiosity.
- He would be the shortest quarterback in the NFL.
- He’d been drafted and signed to play major league baseball, but gave it up to enter the NFL draft.
- He is one of the quickest, headiest quarterbacks I’ve ever watched in college football and I’m not a young guy.
- He has high level pro sports pedigree through his dad.
There was intrigue. It was pretty clear from all sports analysts that Murray would go number one, so there wasn’t much tension about the pick.
Until you got to the draft. OMG.
You’d have thought we were waiting for the next nuclear strike. Kyler Murray this. “Does Kyler Murray wear boxers or briefs? Will Kyler Murray celebrate with a steak dinner or hamburger? What’s Kyler Murray’s favorite color?” Kyler Murray this, Kyler Murray that.
I actually felt bad for the guy. GET THE DAMN DRAFT STARTED. WE ALL KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN.
BUT NO! The powers that be must continue to hype for 15 minutes before the Cardinals can announce (or perhaps it’s “do” announce, since they might have milked that 15 minutes for their own hyped purposes) that Kyler Murray is indeed the number one pick in the NFL draft.
I had thought about watching more of the draft. But since it had been the most boring 15 minutes of my life leading up to the announcement of his selection, I thought, “Do I want to listen to more hype?” Nope.
Turned the TV off. Read a book. Went to bed. The sun rose again the next day. I could read about the results and analyses in the newspaper if I cared to.
And the draft went on. And on. And on. Fans cheered, went nuts. I went to work, ate and slept. I am happy with my decision.
