We Interrupt This National Crisis For a Football Game

I know, I know, you were hoping for a charged political debate–that may or may not have happened this last week, depending on your definition of “debate,” but no, I instead thought it’d be fun to riff on all the sports happening at the same time, and my addiction to NFL Redzone.

Then, as these things do, the Covid made its presence known to all, including those who wish it would just go away….

Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

As it was with baseball, it’s kinda odd watching football with few to no fans at the game (My favorite early quote was it reminded the broadcaster of being at a home game in the fourth quarter when the home team is down 65 to 3; like a Alabama vs. Nobody U game.) But, that passes quickly, and it’s back to the usual with the added drama of what coaches wear what protection, and how long they can keep it on. Andy Reid of the KC Chiefs looks a bit silly in the ballcap mask they’ve made for him, but no doubt he’s more understandable when he’s yakking on the headset.

Just for laughs, I think there ought to be at least one game where the announcers have to call the game wearing facemasks. I’m positive it would be a hoot.

What hasn’t been a hoot has been all the injuries, both in baseball and in football (I refuse to watch basketball since Howard Schultz sold our Sonics to a carpetbagger from Oklahoma). I had the honor of watching the Broncos/Jets game on Thursday, where the Broncos started their 3rd string quarterback, due to their starter going down in game 2. On the plus side the Jets were more miserable and blew the game after coming back to take the lead (I grew up in Denver and have to honor that).

That we’re able to watch every sport under the sun takes a little of the misery of the year away–which is probably why some fans booed at some of the protests by the players–we need some diversions.

Not that that makes the problems magically go away. See above.

And yet, it seems each league has to learn the hard way that the Covid will bite thy ass if you stray from sticking to thy bubble. Just ask the St. Louis Cardinals how fun it was to play 800 games in the final 2 weeks.

That may be something of an exaggeration… but not much.

Still, I look forward to every Sunday and that 7 hours of commercial free football.

Assuming, of course, that the Covid doesn’t do a Cardinal to their sorry butts. I’m looking at you, Titans…

On the plus side, they’re not the only game in town.

©2020 David William Pearce

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