The Antisocial Case Against Josh Allen
Josh Allen is the most overrated person in his sport, according to the biggest idiots amongst us. Social media provides a chance for sharing monologues that used to remain internal. Spewing every thought may not work out considering many should remain off the record. Recording them is by contrast the best way to be wrong for prosperity, which is weird for sites designed for instantaneousness. Ponder the irony while watching a football play that’s over in a few seconds and will be remembered forever.
Sliming one of the game’s singular talents is an option available to anyone with a blank field for typing. Share anything, including patent lunacy. Allen’s haters may as well smirk about how Earth isn’t the third planet from the Sun. A scientifically unsound method is popular amongst contemporary troglodytes who take the opportunity to show how opposed to evidence one can be. The unregulated free speech market allows participants to show why they should be judged by editorial discretion.
J. Jonah Jameson is more honest while explaining why Spider-Man is a menace as the superhero saves the city again than professional Allen haters. The daftest claim possible makes a particular class of fans who count making things up as a win instead of scoring more points.
I don’t want to generalize about fanbases merely because they do. But precedent gets reciprocated. Contempt for Allen generally flows from deluded black holes of joy who aren’t clever enough to troll.
The specific fanbases are unsurprising. A handful of Dolphins diehards are jealous of their franchise owner. Insecure Chiefs backers who should dream of polishing Lombardi Trophies instead of fretting about what another conference team’s quarterback is doing show how sad people refuse to experience fun. And some Ravens fans are convinced Lamar Jackson is unjustly underrated despite taking MVP awards from rightful owner Allen.
Concluding one of the league’s best belongs in The Rock’s football league is the millionth reason why the offseason is too long. This is another day to look up a different column on any player’s profile page to twist out of context. There’s no narrative Super Bowl.
Statistics are for nerds who deny themselves the blessing of watching him compete. Fans of anyone should be thrilled someone who plays this electrically. Allen is exactly the sort of quarterback the league wishes to find. The job category’s qualifications are so rare to find that there aren’t 32 of them in the whole world. That uncommon ability naturally and sadly prompts envy. Some particularly happy humans dream of tearing down one of the most inventive. Not everyone paints. But some spreaders of squalor possess a sick urge to deface paintings.
I’ll avoid getting rejected by Suni Lee if I never ask her out. Some very brave quarterbacks avoid turnovers in the same way. People who’ve never taken risks mock those who have and failed as their adorable attempt at success. Stakeholders in misery naturally ignore accompanying achievements. Interceptions are a byproduct of throwing into perilous areas. Some turnovers that are acceptable because of the potential upside. Or, throw to the safety valve every time and hope three yards on three plays equals 10.
I regret to inform argument participants that claiming someone is unable to play competently has no affect on standings. Perception doesn’t alter polls. This isn’t college, where student-athletes are paid slightly less. No NFL team wonders if they’ll be ranked highly enough to make the playoff. Standings are indifferent that way.
The league fuels unfounded contempt. Risibly sticking him at 12th-best was surely an attempt to provoke bickering. The cursed list was compiled by an annoying sibling who’s saying “I’m not touching you” with a hand an inch from your face.
The sole reason the Bills are relevant deserves more cash from that cheap bastard owner. Allen meets the Jalen Brunson standard of being woefully underpaid. Being able to afford guacamole at Mighty Taco does not mean compensation is appropriate. There’s precisely one true determination of what true worth is for work, namely value created. Buffalo’s savior could get a billion dollars and would finally be receiving close to his generated revenue. Tip him if you’re lucky enough to meet him.
The defense owes the offense’s leader a fortune. We’re all in this together, I’m afraid. Allen suffers the misfortune of working for Terry Pegula, which means he has to cope with nonchalance, too. A prototypical miser only strives for victory when it comes to forcing taxpayers to pay for his buildings. A multibillionaire didn’t have to open his change purse. Unfortunately, that apples to a new top receiver, too.
Funding resources would help the ones he already has. On the other hand, the rich mooch could never hand out a dollar in the first place. Hiring every amazing wide receiver available sounds pricey. Spending money to make money is as foreign a business concept to the owner as hockey playoffs.
Go ahead and explain why the Bills are cursed to be wed to a turnover machine of a spouse. Outsiders explaining why your marriage sucks are surely correct in a way the blissful couple isn’t. Buffalo fans should actually encourage underestimation. Undercover Bills operatives couldn’t encourage overlooking Allen more than he tried. Get your team to think Allen’s going to throw away the game to experience a surprise.
Charming Twitter warriors think they’re scoring points over the summer. They’re not doing so during the season, either. But the delusional irrelevance of spending time away from games concluding that Allen’s subpar at them is a truly spectacular waste of nice weather.
The unimaginative are engaging in a different type of fan fiction. Weird Tumblr accounts dedicated new tales usually serve as forums for creative writing exercises that apply to characters invented by someone else. But football fan fiction is a subgenre that’s truly imaginative in its way. If those who indulge in baffling accusations want real creativity, they should watch their enemy quarterback.
