The Jazz Team Plane Had To Make An Emergency Landing Because It Had Engine Problems After Blasting A Bunch Of Birds

I'm not someone who is scared of flying. I'm even fairly relaxed when it comes to traveling. I don't freak out about flying or anything that goes with it - mostly because I'm batting 100% so far in this category. It just doesn't make sense to me though. This is exactly why. You go to takeoff and just blast some birds. Okay, I get that it happens. Birds are flying around you catch a stray one. Shit, happens in a car sometimes. But to cause engine failure and having to make an emergency landing? That sticks with someone on the plane. All I'd think about every time I take off is that there's going to be engine failure and I'm going to have to make an emergency landing because a flock of seagulls are flying at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

See this is why ignorance is bliss. Just lie about what caused the engine failure. Don't tell me birds can do this right at takeoff. Now when I sit on a plane and look out the window for takeoff I'm going to need to have the right amount of drinks in me. Typically I'm a walk right up to the gate and walk on the plane sort of guy. I don't like to fuck around with airports. The less time I'm in one, the better. Now that said, the first thing I do if I happen to not time it out right is just go to the bar. Might have to make sure to load up on a couple termies faster. 

I don't care if everyone is okay and it wasn't 'a big deal'. How do you get right back on a plane and get ready for a game? I'd be a little shook. I'm already dealing with flying across the country and getting ready to play Ja Morant. I'd like to think I'd act cool, calm and collected if my plane has to make an emergency landing. I'd like to be the hero calming people by me, reminding everyone is okay, springing into action. Instead I know I'll see if I can fire off a tweet just to make sure it's out there and shitting myself. Fucking birds.