... and then the Blob will shut up about Andrew Luck and the toll football takes on those who love it too much.
This one grew out of a conversation with an acquaintance of mine, who was relating a conversation he had with a friend of his. They were talking about Luck's abrupt retirement, of course, and how sometimes football players retire because they just can't do it physically anymore, and then some time passes and they finally heal up, and the pull of the game, which acts very much like an opiate on those who've played it, begins to work on them ...
"Sure," I said at this point, or something to that effect. "Remember Brett Favre? Toward the end he'd say he was quitting at the end of every season because he was so beat up. But then a couple of months would pass, he'd heal up, and back he'd come."
"Exactly," this acquaintance said, or something to that effect.
Anyway, he went on, what if Andrew Luck, who's only 29, takes a year off to finally heal? That, coincidentally, would be just about the time Tom Brady is finally acknowledging he can't beat time in a foot race. It would also be about the time Bill Belichick would be ready to move on from him, if he's not already. And there would be a finally healthy Luck, the perfect heir apparent, who got out of the game not because he didn't love it but because it had beaten him to the ground ...
Andrew Luck as a Patriot.
Is that a nightmare Jim Irsay, the Indianapolis Colts and True Blue Nation couldn't wake up from fast enough?
It's never gonna happen, of course. But ... yikes.
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