Uhhhh, I guess that's one way to respond to getting a bone snapped in two by someone twice your size and having your MVP caliber campaign - that had a very real chance of concluding with a Super Bowl appearance - brought to an all-too-abrupt end. I probably would have gone the "pound the ground like a toddler while screaming in pain before going off on a tangent about how life isn't fair" route, but to each his own I suppose. Maybe the inability to matter of factly speak about a broken limb that essentially symbolizes the shattered dreams of a young player, his entire franchise, and it's entire fanbase is what truly separates the average human being from one that's capable of competing against those with superhuman size, strength, and speed. Seriously though. It's definitely not by much, but after seeing that video I have no choice but to believe that I'm closer to Derek Carr in arm strength and accuracy than I am in mental and physical toughness. We have all caught ourselves complaining about how quarterbacks are treated with kid gloves at one point or another. I suppose it's time we open ourselves up to the possibility that they might actually be hardened professional athletes with jocks so full of testicular fortitude that their voice doesn't even go up an octave when talking about their fractured fibula like it's a cracked cell phone screen. Who would have thought that a guy whose job security is based on making quick decisions as he's being chased around the pocket by 300+ pound musclebound monsters that run like gazelles would make us all look like pussies while being completely incapable of walking on his own?
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