I’m normally happy to chill all alone on Take Island (Netflix pop up shop, sup?), but today is not that day.

Yesterday on Barstool Radio we had a little discussion:

First of all, saying “I’m from the 1930s” is in no way an insult. People in the 1930s were living through the Great Depression and were tough, self-reliant, bad ass mother effers.

But to be clear, wanting to watch good football, see the best athletes on the field playing the game at the highest level possible, does not make me an inhabitant of the 1930s, it makes me an NFL fan.

When injuries occur, everyone loses because the overall product suffers. Losing JJ Watt, Eric Berry, David Johnson, OBJ, Dalvin Cook, Deshaun Watson, Andrew Luck and Carson Wentz wasn’t just bad for fans of their respective teams, it was bad for the game.

I cried when Aaron Rodgers was carted off the field, and I cried the rest of the season when I was forced to watch Brett Hundley check it down on pretty much every play. And as the tears streamed down my face, I found myself wondering if it was truly possible for a human being to die from soul-crushing boredom.

JJ Watt may have been beaten with a corny stick, but damn do I turn down for Watt. (Shout out to every single fantasy football owner who drafted the Texans D thinking they were going to have the most original name in the history of fantasy sports, only to have every other Tom, Dick and Harry also name their team Turn Down For Watt. Sad.)

Deshaun Watson was one of the few rays of sunshine in an otherwise dark season… and then he tore his ACL. Great. I’ll just go fuck myself then.

As for Andrew Luck, who launched the conversation in the first place, hell yes I hope he gets healthy. I want to see him out there quarterbacking at a high level, not because I’m a Colts fan, but because this makes my mouth salivate.

Then there’s Larry Fitzgerald. Unless he’s facing off against the Packers in the postseason, of course I want to him win! He’s built a Hall of Fame career over the past 14 years, doesn’t have a single ring to show for it, and he’s one of the best humans off the field.

Oh and for the record Dave, I don’t enjoy watching Julio James play, but I do enjoy watching Julio Jones play.