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Pats & Titans shut down again due to Covid-19


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26 minutes ago, SaltnPepper said:

It's reality. 

My Dad is currently struggling with Covid. He's lost 21lbs in the last month.

I know Covid is real. I take precautions. 

Why don't you elaborate on why players are at risk. 

They arent ... but that is not what ANY of this is about. Why some of you can't grasp that is beyond all of us.

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13 minutes ago, SaltnPepper said:

The majority of people don't trust the vaccine and most won't take it.

Then where are we going to be?

I'm on the fence about it as I was one of those that got the bad Anthrax vaccine in preparation for the Gulf War. 

I think you are right about trusting the vaccine. In the past science always controlled the development and testing and approval of the vaccine devoid of political pressures. And companies wouldn't risk putting out a bad product for fear of lawsuits and distrust in all of their products. Now you have an administration desperate for one to be announced for political reasons only who wants to pass legislation to make vaccine manufacturers immune from prosecution because of the pandemic. But vaccines have really advanced in the last few years. There are 3 or 4 different types with different effectiveness and side effects. Some are single dose, others two doses. You might have a choice of several. As we know more I suspect we will get better with vaccines and dosages needed. Right now they are likely just spitballing it hoping something works.

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2 minutes ago, Pantherfan84 said:

Can we please stop with these covid threads so annoying. Let's just talk some damn football. I'm so tired of all these political ads on tv and then I come here to read all this crap. 

don't open the thread.   its a great skill to learn.

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51 minutes ago, hepcat said:

This should have been the plan from the start. An extended season with extra bye weeks to ensure time for rescheduled games. It was shortsighted and hardheaded to basically have a “business as usual” schedule when other leagues used precaution to prevent issues. The NFL continues to lag behind other American sports leagues. Whack-a-mole will continue because of their lack of planning and foresight.

It is the plan... they just haven’t used that mechanism yet.  When and if they need to, they will.  

and if we’re up to the nfl they would have teams in local bubbles already... it’s the nflpa (players) that’s resisting it.   But as more player miss game checks that might change.  

 

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‘What are we so afraid of?’

Tony Green, on dismissing, denying, contracting and spreading the coronavirus

When President Trump got sick, I had this moment of deja vu back to when I first woke up in the hospital. I know what it’s like to be humiliated by this virus. I used to call it the “scamdemic.” I thought it was an overblown media hoax. I made fun of people for wearing masks. I went all the way down the rabbit hole and fell hard on my own sword, so if you want to hate me or blame me, that’s fine. I’m doing plenty of that myself.

The party was my idea. That’s what I can’t get over. Well, I mean, it wasn’t even a party — more like a get-together. There were just six of us, okay? My parents, my partner, and my partner’s parents. We’d been locked down for months at that point in Texas, and the governor had just come out and said small gatherings were probably okay. We’re a close family, and we hadn’t been together in forever. It was finally summer. I thought the worst was behind us. I was like: “Hell, let’s get on with our lives. What are we so afraid of?”

Some people in my family didn’t necessarily share all of my views, but I pushed it. I’ve always been out front with my opinions. I’m gay and I’m conservative, so either way I’m used to going against the grain. I stopped trusting the media for my information when it went hard against Trump in 2016. I got rid of my cable. It’s all opinion anyway, so I’d rather come up with my own. I find a little bit of truth here and a little there, and I pile it together to see what it makes. I have about 4,000 people in my personal network, and not one of them had gotten sick. Not one. You start to hear jokes about, you know, a skydiver jumps out of a plane without a parachute and dies of covid-19. You start to think: “Something’s really fishy here.” You start dismissing and denying.

I told my family: “Come on. Enough already. Let’s get together and enjoy life for once.”

They all came for the weekend. We agreed not to do any of the distancing or worry much about it. I mean, I haven’t seen my mother in months, and I’m not supposed to go up and hug her? Come on. We have a two-story house, so there was room for us to all stay here together. We all came on our own free will. It felt like something we needed. It had been months of doing nothing, feeling nothing, seeing no one, worrying about finances with this whole shutdown. My partner had been sent home from his work. I’d been at the finish line of raising $3.5 million for a new project, and that all evaporated overnight. I’d been feeling depressed and angry, and then it was like: “Okay! I can breathe.” We cooked nice meals. We watched a few movies. I played a few songs on my baby grand piano. We drove to a lake about 60 miles outside of Dallas and talked and talked. It was nothing all that special. It was great. It was normal.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling a little iffy. I have a lot of issues with sleeping, and I thought that’s probably what it was. I let everyone know: “I don’t feel right, but I’m guessing it might be exhaustion.” I was kind of achy. There was a weird vibration inside. I had a bug-eye feeling.

A few hours later, my partner was feeling a little bad, too. Then my parents. Then my father-in-law got sick the next day, after he’d already left and gone to Austin to witness the birth of his first grandchild. I have no idea which one of us brought the virus into the house, but all six of us left with it. It kept spreading from there.

I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad. “It’s the flu. It’s basically just the flu.” I didn’t have the horrible cough you keep hearing about. My breathing never got too terrible. My fever peaked for like one day at 100.5, which is nothing — barely worth mentioning. “All right. I got this. See? It was nothing.” But then some of the other symptoms started to get wild. I was sweating profusely. I would wake up in a pool of sweat. I had this tingling feeling all over my body, this radiating kind of pain. Do you remember those old space heaters that you’d plug in, and the red lines would light up and glow? I felt like that was happening inside my bones. I was burning from the inside out. I was buzzing. I was dizzy. I couldn’t even turn my head around to look at the TV. I felt like my eyeballs were in a fishbowl, just bopping around. I rubbed Icy Hot all over my head. It was nonstop headaches and sweating for probably about a week — and then it just went away. I got some of my energy back. I had a few really good days. I started working on projects around the house. I was thinking: “Okay. That’s it. Pretty bad, but not so terrible. I beat it. I managed it. Nothing worth shutting down the entire world over.” Then one day I was walking up the stairs, and all of the sudden, I couldn’t breathe. I screamed and fell flat on my face. I blacked out. I woke up a while later in the ER, and 10 doctors were standing around me in a circle. I was lying on the table after going through a CT scan. The doctors told me the virus had attacked my nervous system. They’d given me some medications that stopped me from having a massive stroke. They said I was minutes away.

I stayed in the hospital for three days, trying to get my mind around it. It was guilt, embarrassment, shame. I thought: “Okay. Maybe now I’ve paid for my mistake.” But it kept getting worse.

Six infections turned into nine. Nine went up to 14. It spread from one family member to the next, and it was like each person caught a different strain. My mother-in-law got it and never had any real symptoms. My father is 78, and he went to get checked out at the hospital, but for whatever reasons, he seemed to recover really fast. My father-in-law nearly died in his living room and then ended up in the same hospital as me on the exact same day. His mother was in the room right next to him because she was having trouble breathing. They were lying there on both sides of the wall, fighting the same virus, and neither of them ever knew the other one was there. She died after a few weeks. On the day of her funeral, five more family members tested positive.

My father-in-law’s probably my best friend. It’s an unconventional relationship. He’s 52, only nine years older than me, and we hit it off right away. He runs a construction company, and I would tag along on his jobs and ride with him around Dallas. I’ve been through a lot in my life — from food stamps to Ferraris and then back again — so I could tell a good story and make him laugh. He builds these 20,000-square-foot custom homes, but he’d been renting his whole life. We decided to go in together on 10 acres outside Dallas, and he was finally getting ready to build his own house. We’d already done the plumbing and gotten streets built on the property. We’d planted 50 pecans and oaks to give the property some shade. He had his blueprints all drawn up. It was all he wanted to talk about.

He was on supplemental oxygen, but the doctors kept reducing the amount he was getting. They thought he was getting better. He was still making jokes, so I wasn’t all that worried. He told me: “They’ve got you upstairs in the Cadillac rooms because you’re White, but all of us Mexicans are still down here in the ER.” I got sent home, and I had a lot of guilt about leaving him there. I called him at the hospital, and I was like: “I’m going to come bust you out Mission Impossible style.” He said he preferred El Chapo style. We were laughing so hard. I hung up, and a few hours later I got a call from my mother-in-law. She was hysterical. She could barely speak. She said one of his lungs had collapsed and the other was filling with fluid. They put him on a ventilator, and he lay there on life support for six or seven weeks. There was never any goodbye. He was just gone. It’s like the world swallowed him up. We could only have 10 people at the funeral, and I didn’t make that list.

I break down sometimes, but mostly I’m empty. Am I glad to be alive? I don’t know. I don’t know how to answer that.

There’s no relief. This virus, I can’t escape it. It’s torn up our family. It’s all over my Facebook. It’s the election. It’s Trump. It’s what I keep thinking about. How many people would have gotten sick if I’d never hosted that weekend? One? Maybe two? The grief comes in waves, but that guilt just sits.

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6 minutes ago, Brooklyn 3.0 said:

They arent ... but that is not what ANY of this is about. Why some of you can't grasp that is beyond all of us.

You want to protect the old and those with underlying conditions. 

So do I.

But the reality is there is only so much that can be done.

Someone with underlying conditions should stay home. But it's their decision if they don't want to.

I'm forced into the public for work.

When I don't work I don't go out.

I haven't left the house since I got home Friday. When I go to the grocery I will wear a mask and Keep my hands clean.

But that's about the  most that can be done.

But trying to keep players from giving it to each other while playing football is going to be next to impossible. 

Lastly the quote you highlighted was a direct response to the lady saying the NFL doesn't care about PLAYER SAFETY when it comes to covid.

 

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1 hour ago, PanthersNC1984 said:

How dare they get sick!! All these sociopaths I see out in the world enjoying life and having dinner together, they should be ashamed of themselves, they deserve to fall ill!! The audacity of some people to want to enjoy life

Too bad many of the 200000+ victims of Covid-19 can't "enjoy life" or have any life at all. 

You can enjoy your life by doing the common-sense things that it takes to weather a highly contagious pandemic, without helping it mutate into Lord knows what (and takes out an an unknown, but significant number of the population). 

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7 minutes ago, top dawg said:

Too bad many of the 200000+ victims of Covid-19 can't "enjoy life" or have any life at all. 

You can enjoy your life by doing the common-sense things that it takes to weather a highly contagious pandemic, without helping it mutate into Lord knows what (and takes out an an unknown, but significant number of the population). 

That number has been inflated. 

It's been reported that any death where covid came back positive was recorded as a covid death.

Car wreck. Covid positive. Covid death.

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1 hour ago, panthers55 said:

It is hard to believe that people like you still debate these issues and act as if your rationale makes even a modicum of sense. You are either a troll or really believe what you say which in either case is a waste of time to debate since nothing to this point has educated you to the dangers so I doubt anything will. If you get Covid I hope you are asymptomatic. Stay safe.

What am I wrong about though. And seeing as how 50% of Covid cases are asymptomatic, then it’s not far fetched at all to think I would be asymptomatic 

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