My Little Adventure with the Mike Evans 40 Time
So, the other day, the topic of Mike Evans’ 40 time came up. You know, Mike Evans, the receiver. Big guy, surprisingly quick. It got me curious, like really curious, about the actual number.
First thing I did was pull out my phone. Had to look it up right then. Went searching for his official NFL Combine results. Took a few minutes scrolling through different sites, some had slightly different numbers, you know how that goes.
Finding the Number
Eventually landed on what looked like the official time: 4.53 seconds. Okay, pretty fast for a guy his size, right? Makes sense why he’s tough to cover. But honestly, finding the number wasn’t the main event here. It was what happened next.
Looking up that stat totally sidetracked me. It reminded me of this phase I went through last summer trying to get back into some kind of shape. Not NFL shape, obviously, just… not couch shape.
The Great Park Experiment (Sort Of)
Here’s the thing: seeing numbers like 4.53 makes you wonder. Not seriously, but in a funny way. So, I got this bright idea. I was at the park with my kid anyway.
- I kinda paced out what I thought was 40 yards. Probably way off, but hey, effort.
- Stood there for a second. Felt kinda dumb.
- Then I just went for it. Tried to sprint.
The Reality Check
Let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty. Felt like I was running in slow motion. Knees felt creaky. Winded after like, ten steps. My kid was just staring at me. I didn’t even time it, didn’t need to. The feeling of pure slowness was timing enough. It was hilarious and humbling all at once.
It really puts into perspective what guys like Evans do. That 4.53 isn’t just fast; it’s explosive power honed over years. My little park jog? It was more like a 40-yard stumble.
So yeah, started by looking up a number, ended up getting a firsthand reminder of my own athletic… well, lack thereof. Made me appreciate watching guys like Evans even more, though. It’s a whole different world of physical ability. And it gave me a good laugh, mostly at myself.
