I Like to Reggae, but You Dance Too Fast For Me

In the category of "Things That Can Only Come From the Mind of a Law Student During Finals"...

It's a time of high hopes around the world right now, my friends. We have a new super-disease on our hands in the swine flu and NFL franchises, via the draft, have just added new blood to their teams in their ongoing quest for the Lombardi Trophy. The juxtaposition of these two seemingly unconnected events made me think:

Sure, everybody's worried about the swine flu right now, but didn't we expect big things from SARS back in the day? Similarly, aren't there players every year that come in with mountains of promise and hype that only end up bringing their fans pain and regret for what might have been?
In much the same vein, if SARS was the Ki-Jana Carter of communicable diseases, seeing as though both came into our lives with great promises of hype and both ultimately fizzled into a combination of disappointment and respiratory issues (actually, that was just SARS), I foresee the swine flu being the Matthew Stafford of communicable diseases.
Both made their debut on the national/international scene in late April 2009, both caused numerous talking heads to gush about their potential, and in the end, both will probably end up killing people in Detroit.