Out Of Luck



My perfect weekend quickly turned sour with one tweet. The moment I discovered Andrew Luck retired, I thought it as a joke. I believed it a cruel ploy by my brother to get me anxious. However, this was not the case. News broke that Luck had been mentally worn down and he wanted out. I sat down and wallowed in self pity wondering why.

For casual or non-sports fans, Andrew Luck has played in the NFL for seven years. He has been productive every year he’s played and was on target for a Hall-of-Fame career. The last three seasons Andrew Luck has been battling injuries, and the owner, Jim Irsay, has promised a speedy recovery and a complete season every time there was an injury scare. Out of the three promises he’s only been correct about one. To make this experience worse, they were dark horse favorites to win the Super Bowl. All of a sudden, these hopes and dreams flamed and turned to ash before my eyes. 

I went through three stages of grief to cope with the loss of my quarterback. The first, I sat silently and shut down mentally. No one could have predicted such an event; therefore, fans were not prepared to handle the news. He was one of the best quarterbacks in the league at the age of twenty-nine. He always seemed to be his weird, happy personality and still loved the game of football. I, a fan, might have only seen wanted I wanted to see. Second, I began to grow very angry with Luck’s decision. Self-righteous people on social media claim that fans aren’t entitled to anything and were horrified by the poor visual displayed by Colts fans at the game. I have devoted my time and money to the Colts organization, and they present a sloppy announcement that our franchise quarterback is leaving. Furthermore, a couple days prior, Andrew Luck’s promotion commercial for the NFL was released; the commercial displayed videos of a smiling Andrew Luck playfully spraying a fan with a hose and carrying a full plate of flapjacks. I sympathize with the fans that booed because they had no time to process their emotions before seeing Andrew Luck in person. It was a moment of weakness for our fans, but I’m sure most regret their actions. The Andrew Luck on the commercial was the person I had come to love, but my emotions changed when I saw the emotional and crying Andrew Luck on TV late Saturday night. My anger quickly turned to sadness. This man had single-handily brought me so much jubilation; he provided me joy when he was hurting.  He was a great quarterback and deserves the best in life. Unlike others, Andrew Luck is a highly intelligent individual, who understands that there is more to life than football. Although I may not like his decision, I respect it and wish him the best.

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