Everyone’s up in arms about Kirk Cousins’ comments this morning about wearing masks and being willing to die on the field of battle.
“I want to respect what other people’s concerns are. For me personally, just talking no one else can get the virus, what is your concern if you could get it, I would say I’m gonna go about my daily life. If I get it, I’m gonna ride it out. I’m gonna let nature do its course. Survival-of-the-fittest kind of approach. And just say, if it knocks me out, it knocks me out. I’m going to be OK. You know, even if I die. If I die, I die. I kind of have peace about that.”
How soft have we gotten in quarantine? Kirk Cousins is a warrior! We’ve got Carson Wentz sitting out with a soft tissue injury a week before the season and Kirk Cousins is willing to die on the NFL shield at the 50 yard line of U.S. Bank Stadium. He doesn’t want to pass the virus on. He doesn’t want to infect anyone. He just wants to give his last breath to the game he loves. Kirk Cousins may be the toughest athlete not only to play in the NFL, but to ever play the game of football. Kirk Cousins. Dick Butkus. Rocky Bleier. Epitome of toughness.
Does this look like the actions of a man who isn’t unhinged?
Which brings me to Carson Wentz. Kirk Cousins is ready to leave his wife, kids, and a beautiful lake house on Minnetonka behind in order to share the field with his brothers. You know what this attitude brings you? Kirk Cousin came in at #9 on Forbe’s highest paid athletes in the world right in front of Carson at #10. Kirk Cousins moved up 20 spots to #58 in the NFL Top 100 while Carson didn’t even crack the century mark. Carson Wentz on the other hand could retire any day now if he has a season ending injury with a new baby girl at home. Maybe if he welcomed the adversity the sky would be the limit. Maybe if Carson Wentz had an “if I die, I die” attitude to the whole situation his leadership wouldn’t have ever been questioned.
Are we really surprised Jesus Freak Kirk Cousins would be an anti-masker? If anything I think the fact he tried to book Scott Stapp for $10k last summer is grounds for outrage. There is no Creed without Scott Stapp and no Scott Stapp without Creed. Listening to an acoustic version of With Arms Wide Open is like listening to a country version of Enter Sandman.
P.S. What a fucking arm!