THERE'S AN OLD JOKE in the NFL that everyone is either born-again or alcoholic. Scot McCloughan isn't born-again. And if the former 49ers general manager and onetime senior personnel executive with the Seahawks wants another shot at a front-office job, he is going to have to prove to NFL owners that he doesn't still have a drinking problem. They will be intrigued by McCloughan because he has all but mastered the ability to determine whether and how a college football player will fit into the NFL. They will have serious questions, too. His battles with alcohol are known in league circles, but it's an issue he has never discussed publicly. Now, considering a return to the game, he has me up to the farmhouse to spend a few days. "Write the truth," he says.

I'm expecting McCloughan to trot out the typical maxims and language of substance abuse and recovery. He has experienced a renaissance of sorts in Ferndale. Although he has become semi-famous around town for helping to bring the state of Washington its first Super Bowl this past February -- the lady at the cellphone store calls him a "hero" -- most of the town simply knows him as Scot. On Tuesday nights, he joins a few hundred other guys at a nearby church. Veterans, farmers, homeless locals. They eat and laugh and read spiritual passages. He has not always been proud of himself and his lifestyle, but right now, he seems especially comfortable in his own skin. "I had a drinking problem," he says. "I'm a good person. And I know how to run a team."

So, how to make sense of the fact that, shortly after I arrive, he sits in an overstuffed recliner in his living room to watch the Thursday night NFL game and opens a light beer?

McCloughan was seemingly at ease in San Francisco's war room just before making the 49ers' first-round pick in 2007. Michael Zagaris/Getty Images

JUST BEFORE 9 O'CLOCK the next morning, McCloughan is checking out college football players on video. He runs his own scouting business and says a handful of NFL teams pay him $75,000 each to evaluate players. He moved to Ferndale from Seattle because the open space reminded him of his hometown of Loveland, Colorado, but his farmhouse has the feel of a temporary residence, the marks of someone straddling worlds. Rented furniture, no pictures on the walls. On the floor are framed photos of his three children from a marriage that began to collapse when his life did. In one, son Caden, 15, leans into his dad's chest as confetti falls after last season's Super Bowl; in another, twin daughters Adison and Avery, 11. They live in Northern California with their mother, Scot's ex, Kelli. He talks to them every day, and before they hang up he asks them to pray.

He has two Super Bowl rings locked in a safe. Each of the three teams for which he has worked in his 20 years in the NFL -- the Packers, two stints with the Seahawks, and the 49ers -- has reached the Super Bowl during his tenure or shortly afterward. McCloughan had a part in drafting six players who were on the Pro Bowl roster last season, including Patrick Willis and Vernon Davis. His report on Russell Wilson for the Seahawks a few years ago read: "Obviously we are really interested in passers with better height, but this guy may just be the exception to the rule. He has the 'it' factor."

So does McCloughan. He has an "exceptional ... uncanny" gift, in the words of his mentor and former boss Ron Wolf. It's why he named his business Instinctive Scouting. This morning, he is consumed with an FBS middle linebacker projected by many to be a sixth- or seventh-rounder. But on a play in which the linebacker sprints to the sideline to make a tackle on a bubble screen, McCloughan sees something others might miss. The linebacker smelled a screen before anyone else and was just fast enough to get to the receiver. "You can't teach that," McCloughan says. He leans forward, quietly rewinding split seconds of the clip again and again.

McCloughan admits he misses on players more often than he hits. But to sit next to him is to be in the company of a kind of football savant, deftly mixing technical observations with X-rated yarns about players and coaches he's met through the years. There is something deeply personal about the way he works, and he often inserts himself into the process, fully aware the NFL isn't a home for the well-adjusted. A few years ago, at the combine, he interviewed a player who had repeatedly tested positive for marijuana. "OK," McCloughan said. "I like to drink beer. You like to smoke weed. Where'd it start?" Disarmed by McCloughan's openness, the player explained that, when he was 5 years old, he had a headache and his mother gave him a joint. It became a way to cope. "That's all he knew," McCloughan says. "It wasn't like he asked for the joint. But you do something long enough, your body acclimates to it and wants it."

In McCloughan's eyes, forthright is more important than letter-perfect. "I'm not sure that people can change from the way they were raised," he says.

McCloughan had a hand in drafting a list of notable players. Clockwise from top left: Russell Wilson, Vernon Davis, Patrick Willis, Frank Gore, Richard Sherman and Joe Staley. Clockwise from top left: Kirby Lee/USA TODAY Sports; Al Bello/Getty Images; Michael Zagaris/San Francisco 49ers/Getty Images; Damian Strohmeyer/AP Images; Tony Avelar/AP Images; Damian Strohmeyer/AP Images

HE WAS RAISED to work hard and play hard and, when in doubt, work harder and play harder. His father, Kent, a former Pro Bowler, played cornerback for the Raiders and was later such a valuable scout for the team that Al Davis wouldn't let him retire. The youngest of three brothers, Scot would join Kent in the basement, where the film projector was set near a bar. Father and son would scout players, sometimes until 2 a.m. When Kent was on the road, Scot would watch film alone and write reports. He'd even skip school to watch the draft, back when it was a weekday nonevent. They had a special bond, but to this day Kent has never told Scot he loved him. "Tough guy," Scot says. "Old-school."

The McCloughans are proudly Irish, and alcohol was part of their weekends. When Scot was 14, he tore up his left knee, ending his football career, which to this day brings him to tears. It was around that time that he first remembers drinking beer.

After knee surgery, McCloughan went on to play baseball at Wichita State and was eventually drafted by the Blue Jays. One day in 1994, as an outfielder in the minors, he got a call from Wolf, then the GM of the Packers and a good friend of his dad's. Wolf offered McCloughan $18,500 annually to be a scout for Green Bay. He took it, and his dad joined him on his first trip. Their motel room was littered with cockroaches. "This is what you've gotta get used to," Kent said.

Scot worked hard and played hard in those early years. McCloughan's first big score was a seventh-rounder from South Dakota State named Adam Timmerman who later became a Pro Bowler. Impressed, Wolf called Kent and said, "Your son will go as far as he wants in this business."

Scot wanted to go further than his dad. Scot wanted to run a team. In 2005, at age 33, he was hired by the 49ers as vice president of player personnel. In 2008, he was named GM. He was the first of his peers to be in charge of a franchise. He owned one suit, which he had so outgrown that he couldn't button his pants for his introductory news conference, but he was now responsible for everything from determining the roster to picking colors for stadium seats.

"Looking back," he says, "I don't know how I did it."

McCloughan wasn't mad when 49ers owner Jed York asked him to leave the team -- he said he was grateful for York's support over the years. Michael Zagaris/Getty Images

SCOT AND I got to know each other in those years when he was with the 49ers. I admired how success hadn't seemed to change him. In a league of trading favors, he helped me dozens of times, whether it was watching film or dishing the unvarnished truth about a player, and never asked for anything in return. Scouts who worked for him would privately marvel at how he ran a draft room, in total command yet seemingly egoless, and able to cut through the overthinking that too often goes into scouting. Other GMs even called him for last-minute advice on draft day.

We drank together many times at the combine, always at a low-key sports bar. Although he could pound a beer impressively, it never occurred me to he might have a problem. If he did, everybody did. "Scouts would have five beers before dinner, because that's what people do," McCloughan says. "That's who they are. It's a professional sport, drinking -- especially in football."

Sometime in 2008, McCloughan stopped hitting the bars. I assumed he was busy, which he was, and thought maybe he was working out a lot, which was true. But he also was drinking. Alone. The 49ers were losing, and although he was slowly building what many would later consider the league's most talented roster -- spotting middle-round gems such as Frank Gore -- he knew he might have to fire coach Mike Nolan, which he eventually did. It tore him up. He'd see the wives and kids of coaches and feel the weight of their lives, the silent pain of a cutthroat business.

He tried to deaden the pain by logging more hours, refusing to delegate. At Christmas, he watched his kids open presents, then left to go to the office, even though he had nothing to do. He ended up turning back home, but a dull guilt remained. When he was at work he should be at home; when he was at home he should be at work. And he kept drinking, which made him feel guiltiest of all. Work and life "became too much for him," Kent says. His marriage started crumbling. Kelli, who declined to speak for this story, told Kent, "We have to do something." Scot checked into a Betty Ford clinic, hoping to save his marriage. "It worked," McCloughan says. "For a while."

He actually liked the 30 days away. He was forced to unplug. In rehab, he wasn't a GM. He ate well. He says he appreciated that Jed York, the 49ers CEO, visited him. McCloughan meditated and read spiritual passages and discussed the 12 steps. Clinic staffers asked him about his drinking pattern. "I said, 'OK, I'll go a week, week-and-a-half and drink beer every night. Then I'll go three months and not touch the stuff. Not touch a drink.'"

He returned to work a month later with the belief that he had abused alcohol but is not an alcoholic. And he also returned to the long hours of his job. One day, there was a man he'd never met before waiting for him in the lobby of the team building. He shook McCloughan's hand and said, "I appreciate everything you do for the 49ers." Then he handed McCloughan divorce papers. "That's when I went into a funk," McCloughan says.

Beer no longer worked. McCloughan needed something quicker, stronger and harder to detect. He chose vodka. Soon, he was drinking it all day out of a Gatorade bottle. "It'd take me away from reality," he says. "All of a sudden, everything's gone. Just have peace. Everything that was going on with my wife at the time, everything with the kids, everything with the job, it's OK. ... That was my drug. It was a liquid drug."

He started spending nights at work, either on his office couch or in the players' lounge, where staffers arrived to see him asleep one morning. He moved to corporate housing, where he felt worse than alone. If not for work, he says, "I'd probably be dead, I was so miserable."

But work was slipping away, too. Pictures of his family in his office reminded him of a life that had spun out of control. In meetings he says he would sometimes "kill every player, just because I was pissed." He would think, It's all right that she left me. It's all right we're not winning. McCloughan says some staffers noticed he was slurring his words.

A month before the 2010 draft, McCloughan says that York asked him, "Is it time we separate?" McCloughan wasn't mad -- he felt grateful for York's support over the years -- but if someone doesn't want his help, he says, "I'm gone."