Unconscious

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If Josh Allen were to run for mayor of Buffalo he’d probably get 95% of the vote.

Make no mistake, it’s only because he’s a great football player.

People don’t really give two shits about him as a human.

Allen, who is as talented a professional athlete as you’ll ever see has arguably been knocked unconscious two weeks in a row.

I know this - not because I’m watching that barbaric game anymore but because I live in Buffalo and you can’t go more than three blocks without seeing Allen’s face or a sign proclaiming his greatness.

Two weeks ago, Brett Favre - who could have once been the mayor of Green Bay announced that he has Parkinson’s disease - traceable to the hits he took as a ‘tough’ guy.

A gamer.

Last Sunday, Allen fumbled a ball after having his head smashed off the turf.

This week, he played as though he’d never thrown a ball in his life, and late in the game, he took another hit.

His head bounced off the turf no less than three times and a few doctors (real M.D.s) noted that his body went into a position that is caused by being knocked out cold.

Now, the NFL, after being sued by thousands of former players (less the ones who shot themselves in the chest so their brains could be studied) initiated something that they call ‘concussion protocol’.

They have a blue tent on the sideline where a player must go if he takes a blow to the head.

Allen ran over there and disappeared into the tent.

The NFL has said that they have ‘independent neurologists’ on staff who will run a player through a battery of tests and then determine if the player should sit down, be removed from the game, or be placed on injured reserve for a while until the cobwebs clear.

Evidently those battery of tests take less than 180 seconds if your team recovers a fumble and the offense is back on the field.

Allen heroically put his helmet back on.

“He’s so tough! He’s never coming out!”

Bills fans - and people who want Josh to run for president - are all aglow about their praise for their ‘warrior’.

Like fans of Favre or Tommy Kramer (another former NFL QB) who announced last week that he has dementia- due to head blows.

Well, maybe Josh will be mayor someday, or perhaps they’ll give him the ‘Walter Payton’ award after the NFL legend who died of cancer.

Funny thing about Payton…

…when he got his cancer diagnosis he was relieved.

He didn’t want to live with the pounding head anymore.

You gotta BILLieve, I guess.

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