By JOHN JAMES MARSHALL/Designated Writers

Only two more months! Hang in there kids, because there is still plenty of 40 times and vertical jumps to measure!

It’s become increasingly hard to care about the NFL Draft and even harder when you consider how much longer we have to go.

This whole thing gets dissected more than a presidential campaign, except that no one ever cared about measuring the size of Bernie Sanders’ hands.

If ever you wanted to know how stupid the NFL combine is, Google “Tom Brady combine picture.” That oughta sum up what a ridiculous concept the combine is. It’s fine to want to look a prospective employee eye-to-eye when you are trying to decided if you want to spent millions of dollars on them. It’s another to take a picture of them in their underwear as if that were some sure-fire way to determine if they can throw a 20-yard out-route.

The NFL combine has become so unimportant that two teams decided they had better things to do — in February — than send their representatives to Indianapolis for a week.

But it’s not just the combine. It’s the endless series of mock drafts, pro days and trade possibilities. Whenever and wherever a news void appears, someone with a website is there to fill it. Who’s rising? Who’s falling?

It’s pretty easy to figure out what your team needs. If there’s a player at that position, you take him. Next! And then they let you do that again, until all seven rounds are over.

That should be all you need to know about the NFL Draft. Sadly, it’s not.