B.J. Finney did everything he could think of to pass time during the final rounds of the NFL Draft on Saturday.
He watched picks from a recliner with more than 100 friends and family at his uncle’s farm, he played horseshoes, he talked to his agent and he ran through superstitions, hoping to magically convince a general manager to select him. When none of that worked, he reversed course and began pleading for teams to pass on him.
“They better not pick me,” he exclaimed as the final teams made their choices. “Please let the draft end without anyone saying my name.