After reading Dave Zirin's column, this blogger took a side trip down Memory Lane. The blogger was a high school senior, practicing before the final game of the season against the most hated rival in the Denver Prep League. It was midweek (Wednesday) and the coaching staff put the team through a full-contact, controlled scrimmage. This blogger caught a short lookin pass and a backup linebacker delivered a shot to the blogger/s back and the ball bounced free to the turf. "Fumble!" was the last thing the blogger remembers hearing as he dove on the ball and the ball tipped upward so that the blogger landed on the point of the vesica piscis (not an oblate or prolate spheroid). Lights out. The blogger came to in the backseat of a coach's auto. (Why not an ambulance? Evidently, the coaches did not want to answer questions about the wisdom of a full-contact scrimmage shortly before the season-ending game. Plus, the ambulance bill was going to be turned over to the athletic administrators.) Long-story short, the blogger was taken to his physician's office which was near the practice field. The doctor came out to the car and told the coaches to drive the blogger to the nearest hospital and he would meet them there. The blogger spent the night being observed for a possible ruptured spleen. After a full day following, it was determined that the spleen was intact. So, the blogger waited until the room cleared and he retrieved his clothes from the cupboard in the room and crept down some back stairs and left the hospital without officially withdrawing. After the next day at school, the blogger presented himself at the pregame locker room. A coach taped a crude foam doughnut over the center of the blogger's scrawny chest and he played in the entire game without incident. The game didn't have a Hollywood ending. The blogger caught a 20-yard pass just before the end of the first half and got the ball down inside the 5-yard-line in the Red Zone. The team was so hyper that two successive illegal procedure penalties were assessed and the half ended without a score. Ultimately, the blogger's team lost 13-7 to its hated rival. That same opponent, in the previous season's first game ran up a score of 52-0 on the blogger and his bedraggled teammates. If this is a (fair & balanced) account of a moral victory — and a high school football player's stupidity, so be it.
[x The Nation]
Why Does Anybody Play Football Anymore?
By Dave Zirin
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Almost a year ago, NBA all-star LeBron James was asked why he does not allow his young sons to play football, as he did when growing up in Akron, Ohio. LeBron said, “My kids don’t need a way out [of poverty]. They’re all right. I needed a way out when I was a kid. I tried to do whatever it took to get out. That’s my excuse.”
The exchange went viral during an NFL weekend defined by mangled bodies more than anything that could be called a game.
Running backs Reggie Bush and Le’Veon Bell are gone for the season with knee ligament injuries while receiver Steve Smith, Sr., playing in what was supposed to be his last season, had his Achilles torn, perhaps ending his career. It made one wonder: If this is what’s happening to muscles, ligaments, and tendons, what could be ripped and bruised inside a player’s skull on every hit?
Unfortunately, a national television audience was given a gut-wrenching view of that very scenario.
In a game between the Seattle Seahawks and the Dallas Cowboys, Seahawks receiver Ricardo Lockette—on a clean hit—was concussed, sustaining ligament damage in his neck, and will be out for the rest of the year. For his family, teammates, and the television audience, this diagnosis spurred waves of relief. This is because after he hit the turf, Lockette remained motionless as players from both sides held hands and prayed while the Dallas crowd was near silent. It was unnerving, and it spoke to the kind of existential fear in the pit of the stomach of every player and league-office bean counter: that someone could die directly from an on-field collision.
It’s morbid to contemplate—and it’s only happened once in an NFL game, over 40 years ago—but if that fear seems overly alarmist, then you haven’t been paying attention to what’s been happening at the high-school level over the past two months. This fall, seven high school football players have died from on-field injuries since the start of the season. The latest was Andre Smith from Bogan High School in Chicago. His official cause of death on the Cook County autopsy was “blunt force head injuries due to a football accident.”
The typical cause of death on the football field is sudden cardiac arrest, something which, in theory, could be screened for before any teenager takes the field. But in a country that for all its wealth has a crumbling public-school system, it’s hard to see how electrocardiogram machines could be available to every athletic department. In other words, you’re playing a lottery with kids’ lives.
Given all we have learned in the last decade about the dangers of brain damage and chronic traumatic encephalopathy [CTE], why would anyone play? On one level it goes back to LeBron’s quote about why he won’t let his sons take the field, but that’s of course not the only reason. There are thousands of kids who involve themselves in football not because they dream of a way out of poverty (they know they’re not making the pros) but because they want other things that the sport brings—community, status, popularity, a sense of inclusion. This is certainly true of other sports as well, but there is nothing in this country that builds a cult of localized hero worship quite like football. And there is nothing as irrationally rational as teenage boys risking their own mental and physical health to feel special amidst the most awkward—and seemingly interminable—time of their lives.
It brings to mind a famous quote that allegedly comes from a conversation between two generations of boxers. Buster Mathis Jr. and his father, Buster Mathis Sr. Buster Jr. was a young, massive, physically gifted teenager, and he asked his father if he should box or play football. His dad said, “Son, please play football. Because nobody plays boxing.” This story is usually told as a cautionary tale about the brutality of boxing compared to other sports. But now that quote needs a rewrite.
Given what we know in 2015, the question is whether anybody is really “playing” football. Are high schoolers risking their lives for a chance out of poverty or a sense of elevated status really “playing”? Are those who take the field in the NCAA, exploited for billions of dollars in television revenue while working in a state of indentured servitude, “playing”? Are the NFL athletes who have to treat every single play as a potential threat to their brains, and get an average of three and a half years on the field, “playing”? The only people “playing” in this scenario are egomaniacal coaches and parents, craven NCAA thought leaders, and NFL executives, all preaching intensity and sacrifice, but really just playing with the lives of others. They are the sports equivalent of the Bush-era chickenhawks. Note how many big-time basketball coaches have kids who play hoops and note how few football coaches can say the same.
Expect the LeBron mantra to grow in the years to come—no one will play this game if they don’t have to. And that “have to” exposes an ugly truth: No matter how many “mom’s clinics” the NFL runs, no matter how many safety protocols they initiate, no matter how many slick ad campaigns where they shout “we play football,” the pool of players will become smaller and less economically affluent in the years to come. We will then have to reckon with just what the hell it is we are watching every Sunday. Ω
[Dave Zirin is The Nation's sports editor. He is the author of Welcome to the Terrordome: The Pain, Politics and Promise of Sports (2007), A People's History of Sports in the United States (2009), The John Carlos Story: The Sports Moment That Changed the World (2011), and Game Over: How Politics Has Turned the Sports World Upside Down (2013). His writing has appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Sports Illustrated.com and The Progressive. He also was named one of the "50 Visionaries Who Are Changing Our World" by Utne Magazine. Zirin received a BA (media and cultural studies) from Macalester College.]
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