What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
First and foremost, on the off chance you live under a rock in a cave on the dark side of the moon that only gets service from Comcast, Indianapolis Colts quarterback Andrew Luck shocked the football world when the news came out last night he was hanging up his cleats.
Vaya con Dios, Andrew. I’m not a Colts fan, and after they way they behaved when the news broke, I have yet another reason to be thankful I am not…but I’ll come back to that. I now live in Indiana, which means thanks to the NFL’s regional coverage rules, I saw every snap of Luck’s NFL career. Being a huge devotée of college football, I came to be a fan of Andrew Luck during his days at Stanford. All the signs of this guy being a generational talent were present, but what absolutely sold me on him was watching him completely destroy an opposing defender who was unfortunate enough to have recovered a Cardinal fumble.
Once Luck got to the National Football League, it was clear he was everything I expected. This guy could do things on a football field 99.5% percent of people who played quarterback couldn’t get away with; but sadly that also meant his body took a pounding that all who never played the game can’t even imagine. From the events of last night, it was clear that the toll taken on his body outweighed Luck’s love of the game.
If you are truly a fan of football, this is truly a day of loss. Luck’s ability to play this game at the level he did represented the kind of greatness whose glimpses are all too rare in a lifetime. But as it ends today, one can only look at Luck’s career and wonder what might have been. Instead of going down that rabbit hole, I’d rather look at the things as football fans AND people we’ve all lost today.
I hope that bidding farewell to Andrew Luck doesn’t also mean a goodbye to one of the best Twitter follows ever.
Dearest mother —
The quill has never felt more heavy. I have made the decision to holster my sidearm permanently. I shall battle no more. The decision is difficult, but, as the hogs taught me, I must be true to myself. I am coming home to care for you and the farm.
— Capt. Andrew Luck (@CaptAndrewLuck) August 25, 2019
Captain Andrew Luck was such a breath of fresh air in a world of social media grown stale with dimwittery and “hater-ade.” I fear the Captain may go the MacArthurian route and “just fade away.”
Speaking in terms of doing some different and/or positive, I hope that as Andrew Luck fades from the limelight of the NFL, his book club does not share a similar fate. If you read the club’s mission statement, you immediately see it has no other purpose that promoting the passion for reading.
The mission of the Andrew Luck Book Club is to share some of the books I’ve enjoyed, and to build a continually-growing community of readers of all levels by engaging through social media.
Speaking of “breaths of fresh air,” here’s a guy using social media for nothing other than uniting people sharing a common interest. Again, the world needs much more of that, and much less of the electronic sewage which is far too prevalent.
And speaking of sewage, it’s time to address the Colts’ “fans” who booed Luck as he walked off the field after last night’s game. For purposes of full disclosure, I can’t stand the Indianapolis Colts and everything about that team including their fans, and last night was just another example of why.
If you are one of the mouth-breathing dipshits who booed Luck last night, there isn’t a toilet pipe big enough down which to flush all of you. It doesn’t surprise me that you would pull shit like this. That’s because of all the fans in the NFL, Indianapolis Colts fans are easily the least knowledgeable about football. That’s why they made an idol out of easily the most over-rated quarterback in the history of the league and doubled-down on that by pairing him with the biggest fraud ever as a head coach.
If you’re a Colts fan who takes umbrage at that statement, consider the fact your owner agrees with me.
What it all boils down to is this…Colts fans have no loyalty. After all, the easiest way to spot a Colts fan is from their Denver Broncos Peyton Manning jerseys. The Colts fan base are such band-wagon types they don’t understand how wrong that is.
There’s a reason why you were voted by the readers of this blog as the worst fans in the NFL. One of them sent us an e-mail which nailed it.
I don’t give a shit how much you loved Manning, there’s no fucking excuse for wearing Broncos gear and calling yourself a Colts fan. Eagles fans are easily the worst people on the planet, but at least they are loyal. I’d like to put about 500 Eagles fans in the Colts’ stadium, and give them every fucking battery they could throw. Anywhere in Indiana, if you see somebody wearing a Manning jersey from the Broncos, it should be legal to set them on fire.
I’m an Eagles fan, and he’s not wrong. There’s nothing…and I mean nothing…worse than a football with no loyalty. Let’s be honest, battery-throwing, brawling, and general hooligan-ism aren’t the world’s most redeeming qualities, but at least they stem from loyalty. One of the things football team strive for come play-off time is home-field advantage…so they can play in front of and feed from the energy coming from a stadium full of loyal fans. Maybe that’s why the Indianapolis Colts historically have been shitty once they hit the post-season. Their fans have a complete lack of loyalty; a football fan without loyalty is like alcohol-free beer…they both have no fucking reason to exist.
After the way you booing Colts’ fans treated Andrew Luck last night, we all wish you didn’t exist either.
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