Much as it feels beyond worthless, at present, to write about that which is meant to act as an escape but doesn't - at a time when we must finally confront reality - big news (infinitesimal news) emerged from WWE overnight: Rob Gronkowski has successfully sought his release, marking a swift end to a thoroughly bizarre non-starter of a career.
Three-time Super Bowl champion Rob Gronkowski first made an appearance for WWE at WrestleMania 33, when his scripted, attempted interference was thwarted by beloved WWE security guard Lisa. She either had no clue who the New England Patriots tight end was, or that he was scheduled to work the angle - or perhaps she was the soothsayer in this movie, ominously warning 'The Gronk' against a future in pro wrestling. He did not heed it, and opted to sign a lucrative deal with WWE earlier this year.
It should be pointed out here that Rob Gronkowski, douche overtones aside, seems like a decent chap deep down. He just wasn't cut out for this. But how?
It doesn't take an American football professor to determine that the Gronk is an absolute unit who dominated the most brutal non-combat sport. His old job was to take shoot bumps that still couldn't drop him on those monstrous runs into the end zone. What gives?