
While there was a lot of debate before and after this year’s NFL draft about who St. Louis should take at #1, whether or not Tim Tebow should be a first rounder, and why Jimmy Clausen and Colt McCoy fell to the 2nd and 3rd rounds, there was one player and one story about whom there was very little debate: 33-year old Ball State defensive end Brandon Crawford.
While most draft analysts did not expect Crawford to be drafted, mainly because of his age and rather pedestrian on-field production at a MAC school, there was no debating that everyone was rooting for Crawford to at least get a chance in an NFL camp to take one more step towards his dream.
The New York Giants gave Crawford that chance, signing him as an undrafted free agent yesterday.
The purpose of this post is two-fold: 1) provide you with some background on the most compelling and poignant personal story of the 2010 NFL draft; and 2) issue a wholehearted message of good luck to Crawford from all of us here at MSF and I’m sure you too.
Brandon Crawford’s story is at the heart of what we all love about sports, and it is the kind of story that deserves more recognition than it gets.












