I’ve been reading some recent stories about the NFL’s settlement of the “concussion suit” against it. Let’s start with the basics: there is over a billion dollars involved
And yet people are shocked — SHOCKED — that there is fraud and gaming-the-system going on.
Look…humans are humans. The naive, wishful thinking of both the left and right aside, human nature hasn’t changed one single bit in the 10,000 years of written history. Let me make clear something I’ve implied before: drop Julius Caesar, or Alexander the Great, or Ghenghis Khan, or pick-your-own-ancient-figure, into the modern world and, after some language lessons, they would fit right in.
Shit, Ivan the Terrible and Vlad the Impaler would probably share a reality show on basic cable: ”Real Executions of Eastern Europe”…
At any rate, back to the topic at hand. The single best story about the NFL last week was the one describing the advice one prominent ex-player received from his (very expensive) lawyer: show up to the medical test hung-over and doped on Valium.
Dammit! Why don’t I get instructions like that?! A bad morning-after, and a couple of mommy’s little helpers, to help “win” a million bucks? Sign me up!
Okay, so all joking aside…
I’ve had more than my share of concussions. I started playing tackle football when I was nine…I still play full-contact hockey at a high level…hell, I actually used to — shh! Don’t tell my mom! — take part in the very early days of the UFC…you know, the days when it was a weekend tournament, and you fought over and over until you lost…
Nowadays, I get a concussion if I shake my head too vigorously.
I also happen to receive all of the medical and practical data from the hockey players’ unions (some I “earned”, some I have been gifted by friends). Honestly, that data scares the hell out of me. No one can know for sure if they have CTE until a doctor cuts their skull open and takes a brain sample. In other words: no one really knows until it’s too damned late.
But…but, there are symptoms. Let’s look at the symptoms, shall we?
Depression. Isolation & emotional instability. Tendency to anger and self-loathing. Suicidal impulses. All of life’s little demons in one shitty package.
Now, look…this wouldn’t be anywhere near my radar if I didn’t have a number of friends for whom it is a DAILY issue. Friends for whom this is very much reality. Hell, let’s be honest: if I didn’t have a friend who killed himself over it…
It wasn’t until high-level hockey and martial arts were added to the “foundation” of football* that my brain got knocked silly, but I’m still nowhere near where some of my friends are…
*I was fourteen years old…got the shit knocked out of me on a kick-off. I got helped to the sideline and the coach put up some fingers. “How many?” he asked. I got it wrong, according to my friends/fellow-players on the sidelines…but I was back on the field for the next play, anyway.
I admit it: I make fun of a lot of shit. I have to make fun of the world and the universe, or it just might make me scream in rage and fear. But as much as I wanted and intended this post to be funny, to be a “joke-post”…well…the damage that repeated concussions cause, and the reality of CTE, that I can’t make fun of.
I’ve lost one friend already to CTE (sadly, confirmed), and I have a number of others — tough men all, looked at as “fearless heroes” for their play on the ice and the field — who are utterly terrified that they are next. So, the next time you condemn a football player for going out of bounds a step too soon, or a hockey player for declining a fight, or any other player for committing some athletic “faux pas”, just remember what really is at stake for them: everything.