Biography
Cornerback Leon Sandcastle stepped foot on the NFL's doorstep looking like he'd spent the past half-century in a cryo-chamber after stumbling out of a Soul Train shoot. He rocks a blowout hairstyle that Andrew Bynum couldn't touch if he clung to a generator for a lifeboat. It looks like a suicidal cotton ball that tried to overdose on Popeye's spinach and drown itself in a pool of tar. He sports a mustache that demoted Steve Harvey's to a baby caterpillar. A mustache of that caliber hasn't been spotted or twisted like that since tying helpless heiresses to railroad tracks in 1920s France. But he lined up, then blurred the sound barrier for 40 yards. Sandcastle's Mach 4.2 speed mowed cleat divots in the turf, as wide-eyed scouts looked back at his trail like they expected a bath-salts-fueled Wile E. Coyote to barge through the stadium doors.
Forget about the players in the game, Leon Sandcastle stole the show during Super Bowl XLVII. Half the fun of the Super Bowl can be in watching the commercials. That was far from the case on Sunday as there were hardly any that stood out, with the exception of Sandcastle. It told the story of Sandcastle wowing scouts at the combine, so much so that he gets drafted first overall by the Kansas City Chiefs. It was an instant hit on Twitter, with plenty of people speaking about his potential NFL draft prospects. The NFL absolutely nailed every single second of the Super Bowl commercial. After Sunday night, if Sandcastle isn't sitting atop your draft, he should be now. And start putting money on the Chiefs winning Super XLVIII.