When is there too much of a good (or bad) thing?

And how does it relate to football?

The life of a rock star (without the rock band) can be quite similar to the life of an NFL GM with a quarterback who is terrible.

1) You keep telling yourself you don't have a problem.

Rock Star: You go out 4+ nights per week in college - blackout, do drugs, and have unprotected sex. This is absolutely normal (no pot calling the kettle black here). The question is, at what age does this start becoming a problem? 25? 30? Probably somewhere in there. Whenever banging a "college freshman" turns into "40 year old with a husband in jail and 2 or 3 kids", then it's both awesome and a problem.

NFL GM: You've resigned Jake Delhomme to a mega contract, drafted JaMarcus Russell, kept Kerry Collins, went with Derek Anderson, or drafted Mark Sanchez as the "future". You thought you were a genius. Little did you know if you were a GM for the Panthers, Raiders, Titans, Browns, and Jets, you'd have an average QB rating of 53.6 and a total record of 9-23 (please note I didn't include Tampa or St. Louis which would drive that record to 9-37). You thought you were smart by protecting your starting QB with absolute crap (can you name me the backup QB for one of these teams outside of Brady Quinn and Vince Young? Both failed college superstars, btw). In the end, a six shooter with a bullet looks like a better option here.

2) You fear an intervention on a weekly basis.

Rock Star: You keep telling yourself those TV cameras are really here to video tape you doing "rock star things without the rock band". You let people video tape you binge drinking, popping pills, and sleeping with moms. After a few weeks you end up in a small hotel room surrounded by family members and close friends, being duped into the whole thing by some random mom who was going to let you "put it in her butt at the local motel 6". You freak out and end up getting on a plane to Florida where you'll spend the next 6 months rehabbing (or one month if you end up beating up or fucking an employee).

NFL GM: Just call it the post game news conference every week, explaining why you failed to add another QB through the draft and went with your shitty QB. Watching highlights of Joe Flacco and Chad Henne (both of whom you absolutely could have drafted a few years back) haunts you. You take a cold shower every Sunday night before going to sleep (no, your wife won't have sex with you, as she can barely stand looking at your face). Every Monday you think about how you can save your job and come up with nothing. Next season you'll be divorced, lose your rights to the kids, and be thinking of ways to dupe another professional team to hire you.

3) You keep on keepin' on.

Rock Star: You find a family member who is in his or her 40's or 50's and compare your life to theirs. Luckily, they are an even bigger mess than you are, so you can say to yourself "at least I'm not as bad as Uncle Frank, who has had 3 wives, 4 kids who hate his guts, probably 2-3 STD's, and a liver that looks like Mickey Mantle's". Thank God for Uncle Frank.

NFL GM: You realize you're only in your second year, your owner is senile (hello Al Davis), and the owner's family is too retarded to realize you are doing a horrible job. You then realize you can always get a job as an NBA GM, seeing as how Memphis' Chris Wallace still has a job, and Isiah Thomas had a long run with the Knicks (even survived a sex scandal - bonus points).