NFL. The "Not For Long" League.
Enjoy it while you can, rookie.
And then there's the Green Room, the waiting room for the birthing of careers.
It's where the top NFL hopefuls hang out, waiting for their phones to ring, their agents to smile, and the Commissioner to give them a #1 jersey.
And sometimes the phone doesn't ring right away in the Green Room.
And the wait becomes longer.
And more embarrassing.
And longer.
And frustrating
And longer.
The Green Room becomes the Green Mile.
Yeah.
I find myself relating to
lotsa waiting.
Looooooootsa waiting.
Lotsa, lotsa waiting.
But the Great Commissioner has a plan for me.
And for you.
A hope and a future.
And at just the right time.
He knows when that is and I most definitely do not.
And you probably don't know either.
So we wait and keep doin' what we're doin'.
Because, right now, right here, that's what we're supposed to be doin'.
Along with lotsa waiting.
Chill, I tell myself, not to worry, bro - the Great Commissioner has me on His speed dial.
I'm not forgotten.
I'm just waiting.
Yeah.
That makes all the difference.
And, really, green's not a bad a color at all.