It used to be a given. They'd lounge around the dorms, prank a couple of rookies and sign a few hundred autographs. Training camp was a necessary evil, the preseason a complete joke. They were stars, or prospects, and they were going to make the team. No amount of tomfoolery or egomania would change that.
Now that time has slowed their fleet feet and weakened their muscles, their prospects look dimmer. Perhaps they never achieved their potential, or maybe proved too headstrong for an organization's liking.
No matter the cause, these veterans now find themselves locked in a fight for their careers, exerting every ounce of energy left in their fickle frames for one more shot in the National Football League.