God is my Agent

The story of NFL draft prospect Adam Muema disappearing from the scouting combine under the orders of the Almighty is a weird one. Apparently, God told Mr. Muema that if he left the combine without working out, He would see to it that the reigning Super Bowl champion Seattle Seahawks would draft him.

While Mr. Muema isn’t projected to go any earlier than the fourth or fifth round, you have to wonder if he has torpedoed any chance he had at being drafted or playing in the NFL. If he isn’t drafted by the Seahawks, is he going to refuse to sign with a team not anointed by God? If he does sign with your team, is he going to disappear from workouts while saying the Lord told him practice isn’t necessary because prayer will help him score touchdowns? There are plenty of religious athletes out there, but is it a liability to be a little too close to your deity of choice?

God loves me, but Jesus thinks I throw like a girl.

More worrying is the fact that Mr. Muema has apparently completely dropped off the face of the Earth. His coaches and friends can’t seem to find or contact him. One has to wonder if his conversations with God are the sign of some kind of psychological breakdown. If that’s the case, I certainly hope someone can get to him before anything tragic occurs. If he’s not mentally ill and simply thinks that a Magical Sky Man makes for a better agent than Drew Rosenhaus, maybe he should talk to Tim Tebow about how to adapt to life after football.