A Few Questions

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College football appears to be heading towards canceling the season.

Probably a sound decision. Despite the fact that the games makes billions for television networks and the NCAA the kids don’t get a nickel and they assume all the risk.

Why would they do it? The majority of the players won’t be making millions in an NFL career.

I have additional questions.

1). How did the pandemic of 1918 end the Second World War because all the soldiers were sick?

That war ended in 1945 (someone tell Donny T).

2). The kids come back to school, right? Jimmy Doe arrives sick. 

What happens?

He’s sent home and for a test, right?

What happens to the class that he hung out with for the week?

Do they quarantine?

Does the teacher?

Lord knows that kids always show up not feeling right. The flu and the common cold will run rampant through every school in America. It happens every year.

Will they quarantine everyone until Jimmy Doe’s test comes back negative?

(You have to treat each sick kid as potentially exposed, right?)

3). The NFL is coming back?

How does each team control 55 players every week? 

Will they play a game on Sunday and then go home after the game and sit there until next Sunday morning?

What if a team opens the season 0-3? Will they remain committed to not getting sick?

Probably not.

So, what happens if a player tests positive on Monday morning?

Will his teammates be quarantined until they get negative tests?

How about the team they played?

Guys sweating, spitting, bleeding and breathing all over each other.

How long does that sport last?

A week?

4). How does the executive order that declares that unemployment insurance will be covered by the Federal Government work if the state governments pay a quarter of it when the states are all on the verge of bankruptcy?

5). If kids are “basically immune” how come 97,000 of them have had Covid-19?

6). Will the elderly or the soon to be elderly vote Republican now that the war on social security is on the table?

7). Who’s going to deliver the mail?

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