If you watched San Diego State play football last year, you may have noticed the punishing ball of knees and elbows that ran over, and over, and over again to close out games. That ball of malice was Adam Muema, a promising running back who was set to participate in the NFL combine this year until he arrived at the combine and left before running the 40 because God told him to leave, sit down, and "enjoy the peace." No one seems to know where he is, including his former coaches and friends.
Muema's really religious--like, RT'ing crucifixion scenes kind of religious--but this goes well past your normal churchiness, and into the territory of possibly following guys who call themselves "Lord Ray-El" who believe that they are the Messiah reborn and returned to Earth. Lord Ray-El, for what it's worth, looks like Richard Karn portraying Jesus in an Easter play, and appears to be some dude from Chicago with terrible HTML skills.
Muema also shared this without irony.
We hope Muema--who is still AWOL, not just from the draft, but from his community--is alright, and not as crazy as this all sounds. We also think that if NFL combine is already somewhat farcical to you, you should consider this: while not a top-tier running back, Muema was projected to be a late round pick. If he's still drafted before Michael Sam, we be able to confirm our sneaking suspicions that the NFL believes someone who may be seriously mentally ill is less of a "team chemistry risk" than an openly gay player.
P.S. Good morning, everything is weird.