Ricardo Lockette got knocked the fuck out on today.
We watch from our couches or Jerry Jones' over-priced seats and chalk it up to part of the game but if you seen that in real life, it's borderline traumatizing. Seeing someone out like that somewhere like outside the bar after he got lippy would be concerning. But in football, you somehow chalk it up to part of the job.
Arian Foster. Cameron Wake. The god damn legend Steve Smith (Sr.). Those are guys who have been seriously fucked up in the last week. For fantasy owners, you're searching for the next Stephen Diggs. For those guys, they have months of rehab ahead of them and might never be the same for the rest of their lives.
Khiry Robinson went down today too. He laid on turf until someone fitted him with an aircast. Potential millions of dollars dropped like the pain tears off his face while a golf cart carried him off the field. As a four time leg-breaker, I know what that pain feels like. It's immense. And I can't imagine going through that in front of 80,000 people.
In 2015, people Instagram from the Coliseum in Rome. How we view the Gladiators will be how football will be seen in future history books. In 2515, people will be visiting the remnants of Lambeau Field as they do in modern day Italy.
For the meantime, the NFL is the best entertainment on TV. I've stapled myself to my television for the eighth consecutive Sunday. It's a fantastic sport. Joe Flacco might be elite. Jim Tomsula is hilarious. Watching RedZone is about as action-packed and exciting as your week is going to get.
So I'll continue to ignore the violence.
Football is fun.
