Because the NFL is already circling like hungry sharks. Scouts are drooling over his combine potential, and mock drafts have him going in the first round. Imagine a guy who looks like a refrigerator and runs like a sports car. That’s a rare commodity, folks. It’s like finding a unicorn that can also bench-press a Smart Car.
But here’s the best part: He’s still human. In one game this season, he fumbled the ball on the one-yard line, and the entire state of Iowa held its breath. Then he ran for 150 yards in the second half like, “Oops, my bad. Let me fix it.” That’s character, baby.
The Verdict
So, who is Kaleb Johnson? He’s the guy who makes defensive coordinators pull their hair out and Iowa fans buy extra stock in antacids. He’s a little-bit country, a little-bit rock and roll, and 100% gas pedal. If you haven’t watched him play, you’re missing out on one of the most entertaining train wrecks (in a good way) college football has seen in years.
Just remember: If you see him coming at you, do the smart thing—pretend you tripped. Your ankles will thank you.
