By Earl Bennett
After my 2007 season at Vanderbilt, I decided to forgo my senior year and enter the 2008 NFL Draft. After consulting with various draft analysts and experts, I concluded it was the right time for me to take my talents to the next level.
I hired Bus Cook as my agent and we began to discuss training options for the combine. As I prepared for the next phase in life, Bus thought it would be a great idea to train with Jay Cutler and Brandon Marshall in Atlanta. Since the Broncos were expected to draft a wide receiver, he thought it might be a good look.
So, there I was a draft hopeful in Atlanta training with two of the top, then-current players in the city. We had dinners, fellowship, workouts and chill time. But, one night while I was casually riding through downtown Atlanta, I saw Brandon on the side of a building hiding.
When I initially saw him, I thought it was someone else. Then I saw him run and knew it was him. I yelled his name, and he stopped and ducked behind a car. I yelled again. He peeked his head up and waved his hand in a motion for me to get out of there. So, I turned the block to get closer. He ran to the other side of the street to hide and said, “I’m ok, just leave.” I granted his wish and left.
As I was leaving, I saw another car approaching very slowly. I couldn’t make out who was driving, whether it was a male or female, but the next week at workouts we had a discussion. “Brandon, why were you hiding?” With a huge grin he smiled and said, “Man, I was playing hide and seek.”
His response would have been totally believable if they played hide-and-go-seek from cars where he grew up. I knew that was not the case. Clearly, he was hiding from someone and they were looking for him in a car.