Okay, here’s my blog post about the Aaron Rodgers injury situation, written in a casual, personal style:
Man, what a bummer about Aaron Rodgers, right? I was so pumped for the Jets season, and then… snap. Literally. Four plays in, and it looks like his season – and maybe even his Jets career – is over. Here’s how I went through the whole thing, from pre-game excitement to post-injury despair.
Pre-Game Hype
I woke up Monday morning buzzing. Like, seriously buzzing. I’m not even a Jets fan (Go Pack Go, even though that’s kinda weird now!), but I was so ready to see what Rodgers could do with a new team. New receivers, new coach, the whole deal. I even put a little money on the Jets to win (don’t judge!). I spent the whole day checking Twitter, re-watching old highlights, you name it. I was ALL IN.
The Injury
Game time! I grabbed some snacks, settled into my favorite chair, and… four plays. Four. Freaking. Plays. Rodgers goes down, and it just looked wrong. The way he grabbed his leg, the way he couldn’t put any weight on it… my stomach dropped. I rewound it, watched it in slow motion, hoping I was seeing things. Nope. That looked BAD.
The Aftermath
- Denial:First, I was in total denial. “It’s just a cramp! He’ll be back!” I told myself. I kept refreshing Twitter, looking for any shred of good news.
- Anger:Then, the anger set in. “Why him? Why now? Are the Jets cursed?” I might have yelled at the TV a little. Okay, a lot.
- Bargaining: I started bargaining with the football gods. “Please, just let it be a minor sprain. I’ll never complain about a bad call again!” (Yeah, right.)
- Depression:The reality sunk in. It was probably serious. The season, at least for Rodgers, was likely over. My bet was toast. And, honestly, I just felt bad for the guy. All that hype, all that excitement, gone in an instant.
- Acceptance (sort of): Finally, I kind of just… sighed. It is what it is. Sports can be brutal. I switched to watching something else, probably some mindless reality show.
Moving Forward (Maybe?)
I guess all of us are Just going have to wait for offical words from the Jets.
I am not sure what I am going to do.
I guess I’ll switch back to rooting against them.
So yeah, that was my Monday night. From the highest of highs to the lowest of lows in a matter of minutes. That’s football, I guess. But man, this one stings.
