Yesterday I tuned into the football game between Buffalo and New England and tuned out nearly everything else for the next three hours. It was a fine spectacle of sportsmanship, athleticism, strength, durability, and skill, as all professional games usually are. In the wake of the tragedy suffered by Damar Hamlin just a few days previously, the win by Buffalo showed that the team could perform on a high level in spite of the situation and they deserved everything they won.
Thinking about it later, I was reminded of the movie, Seabiscuit, in which the jockey, Red, was severely crippled just before the all-important match race and had to listen from a hospital bed as his horse cruised to victory under the guidance of another rider. I am sure that Damar Hamlin celebrated in his own way just as much as Red did. I wish Hamlin the very best in his recovery.
There was, however, an episode which happened just before the game started to which I took vehement exception and still fills me with distaste. In the game preview, the announcers were discussing what had happened to Hamlin and its effect on the team. During the conversation, at least four times in the first few minutes, the word “guilt” was used. It sounded as if they were saying that the rest of the team had to overcome the guilt they felt before they could play successfully. Guilt? For what? That Damar Hamlin was in hospital fighting for his life and they weren’t? That they could play and he couldn’t? In a very real way, this attitude is no different than feeling guilty because you were involved in an auto accident caused by another driver in which your wife was killed while you walked away without a scratch. Or maybe during a shooting war because one of your best friends was grievously wounded and severely crippled for the rest of his life. None of this was your fault and you could not have done anything to prevent it, yet you feel guilty because someone else was hurt and you weren’t?
Sorrow? Grief? Compassion? Yes, absolutely! I can understand that, but guilt? Why?
There is something much deeper here and everyone knows it, yet they will not talk about it. Neither Jim Nantz nor Tony Romo, both of whom appeared to me to be visibly distraught and not their usual selves, mentioned it. It is the elephant in the room which everyone tiptoes around, knowing that it is there and acting as if it is not. Due to extreme pressure from the government, the NFL, and society, most of the players and staff had been jabbed with the Covid-19 mRNA injection. Probably both Nantz and Romo, along with the support staff who make the broadcast work, were also participants in this life-and-death experiment. It is a credible assertion that at least half, probably more, of the fans in the seats had also been inoculated with the “safe and effective treatment” at least once, many on multiple occasions. This is arguably the case over the entire playing field of the NFL in America.
They know it. They will not talk about it.
Now, I am not a medical doctor, practitioner, nor expert in any way. I have nothing more than minor field experience in the most rudimentary ways about first aid or response to a medical crisis. I do not know whether Damar Hamlin took The Jab or not. I do not know what caused him to collapse on the field after he took a shot to the chest. I do not know whether he experienced a case of commotio cordis. I do not know whether it was due to some other natural unexplained cause. I do not know and will not speculate, although many others have, including virtually all establishment figures who are pushing the narrative that he did suffer from commotio cordis, even though they have not examined him and also do not know.
[Not that it matters, but I know what it means to take a serious hit to the chest. When I was about twenty years old, I was kicked by a horse squarely in the middle of my chest. It laid me on the ground for quite a few minutes, but as far as I know, I have not suffered any other adversity due to it. I did not seek any medical treatment and never told my parents. I am extremely grateful that I survived.]
This event has all the makings of a conspiracy theory approaching the level of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy in 1963, although I doubt that the revelation of the truth about Hamlin will drag on anywhere near as long as that has. In fact, considering the sheer number of young, healthy, and extremely fit athletes in the prime of their lives who are dropping dead for no apparent reason, I expect that it will only be a few years before we see and hear the raw, naked truth of the matter. Did Hamlin get the shot? That can be easily proven. Did it cause his heart to fail on the playing field in Cincinnati? That is still being debated and may never be known, but the powers-that-be do not have what it takes this time around to control the narrative as they have since Kennedy was shot. There are too many people, including myself, who suspect the worst and will not be silenced. The truth will come out about this. I believe it will be soon.
They know it. They will not talk about it because they are afraid to admit that they could be next. This might explain why Tony Romo mentioned guilt so many times. However, it is not guilt that he (or anyone else) feels, but fear. Raw, naked fear.
Of this I am certain.