Draft prospect S Sanders is basically the ultimate case of “nepo baby gets humbled.” His dad, hall of famer D Sanders, was not just coaching him but basically out there waving pom-poms, declaring to the world that his kid was a lock for a top-five draft pick — like he was gonna stroll into the NFL and immediately turn into P Mahomes 2.0. Spoiler: he’s not.
The media acting all confused and surprised is super entertaining as well. What a bunch of phony ass kissers.
They should be more honest and say his footwork is trash, his mechanics look like he learned them off YouTube, and overall he’s just mid as hell. Not dogshit, but very far from first-round material, even with his dad calling plays like he was trying to get his kid a Disney movie deal.
Then the genius move: he skips the combine. Not because he’s hurt — nope — just because he apparently thinks he’s too damn good for it. (Pro tip, kid: if you’re not a guaranteed top pick, maybe don’t act like Tom Brady circa 2017.) Then in team interviews, he reportedly brought an ego bigger than the stadiums he’ll never play in.
And THEN Trump — because of course he did — jumps in after the first round and tweets about how stupid the teams are for not drafting him. Which, honestly, probably nuked whatever tiny shot he had left. Nothing says “great investment” like being publicly backed by a guy who’s cursed everything he’s touched since 2016. Well unless you’re a Chinese manufacturer of red hats and Murica merchandise. I digress.
Bottom line: it’s hilarious. D Sanders might be the most vain pro athlete alive, and watching this whole thing crash and burn is pure, chef’s kiss entertainment. I mean, a father loving his son and supporting his son is so gross… isn’t it? I don’t wish I had that in my life at all.
His son’s best-case scenario? Undrafted, signs a pity contract, and holds a clipboard while wearing a hat for a few years. Maybe a red MAGA hat. NFL star? Bro, he’ll be lucky to even smell the field on Sundays.