Only one more day of the Underwear Olympics, so you’ve have to find something else to do for the next 51 weeks.

The NFL Combine, which also sound like some kind of farm implement, concludes its annual and ridiculous run today. Seven days of timing, sizing, assessing and analyzing of future NFL players comes to a close in Indianapolis.

What does it all mean? Not much. It’s the NFL’s exercise in self-importance, as well as giving its own house network 24-hour programming that can be replayed until something else that doesn’t matter can be televised.

It’s called the Underwear Olympics because athletic young men are paraded around in various stages of (un)dress in front of representatives of all 32 teams. If that doesn’t sound like fun, it;’s because it’s not.

Shreveport’s Art Carmody, the 2006 Lou Groza Award winner from Louisville, was invited to the 2008 Combine. “It’s not fun,” Carmody says. “The thing I remember the most about it is how unprepared I was for it.”

When it’s your turn to be “evaluated,” Carmody says “you strip down to the tights. It’s like a meat market. You are up there in line and they give you a number and they call out your height and weight. You see them (the scouts) whispering and taking notes and you wonder what they are interested it. But I was a kicker, so I really don’t think they could have cared less.”

Carmody says the NFL Combine is not a place to bolster a player’s self esteem.

“Demoralizing is not the word I am looking for, but you get the feeling while you are there that if you think you are good, you actually aren’t good enough,” he says. “The process is in place to basically de-value you. You are there for them to tell you what you are not good at or how you don’t measure up.”

And here’s one thing about the NFL Combine that you didn’t need to know. “It’s probably the most intrusive drug test you will ever take,” Carmody says. “Let’s just say they watch everything.”

Let’s don’t.