Myles Crosby, a senior safety at Colleyville Heritage High in Texas, could be jet setting around the world next season making a small boat load of cash as the No. 11 male model in the world. His day could be filled posing with some of the hottest women on the planet, often in provocative positions.
Instead he is going to be sweating his pretty little face off under the hot Texas sun as he fights for playing time with the SMU Mustangs while someone whose idea of high fashion includes coaching shorts and tube socks pulled up past their knees yells at him.
Oh--and living off the same stipend as every other scholarship athlete with the program.
It is hard not to appreciate where the kid is coming from. He is young, he loves football, and he wants to play. He is not real confident that the modelling gig is going to last so he wants to get an education and play football while he still can.
To be fair--he is actually pretty good. Last season he had 103 tackles, 13 pass break ups, and forced two fumbles. His play was good enough to earn Class 5A All-State Honorable Mention.
So why not play? Especially since he has a major university interested?
Easy--because he could be making somewhere in the range of six figures as a model next year! That's a number with at least five others behind it! That's a lot of money for anyone let alone an 18-year old kid!
But he wants to play football and get an education!
Okay, so why not start next year when he's 19 and has a boatload of cash in his back account? Myles is--or at least was--in a very unique position. He had the chance to live the high life, jet setting around the world as one of the most in demand models in the world.
Yeah, I don't know how they figure that out, but Models.com ranks him at No. 11. Go figure. Maybe he bats his eyelashes and smiles really nice, but doesn't brood very well or play nice with others.
Instead he is going to be just another broke-*ss college kid that is never going to hear the end of it from his teammates about what he used to do. He will never be 'Myles Crosby.' It will always be Pretty Boy, Zoolander, Bright Eyes, Girly Man, Ugly Betty, and Kelso just to name a few.
Or maybe he was smart and told the guys that if they lay off the stupid nicknames he would get a few of the babes that he's worked with on his modelling gigs to come to games (and more importantly the after-parties).
But hey--its his choice; not a wise one (in this overweight, balding, and underpaid blogger's opinion), but his nonetheless.
[Off the Bench]