Terry Long, dead at age 45 after drinking antifreeze, in 2005. His brain was later found to show signs of chronic traumatic encephalopathy, or CTE, which causes mood swings, forgetfulness, insomnia and depression, often severe. In 2006, Steelers team physician Dr. Joseph Maroon said that blaming CTE (and therefore, directly or indirectly, football) for Mr. Long’s death was nothing more than “fallacious reasoning.”
Andre Waters committed suicide in 2006, at the age of 44. I am 44. According to the New York Times, tests later found that Mr. Waters’ brain looked like “that of an octogenarian Alzheimer patient.”
Tyler Sash, dead of an accidental overdose in September of last year. His brain showed signs of Stage 2 CTE, rare for someone his age. Tyler Sash was 27. His mother found him dead.
Junior Seau, who committed suicide in May, 2012, at the age of 43. He, too, was found to have Stage 2 CTE. Seau played for the Chargers, the Dolphins, and the Patriots. He was never listed by any of these teams as having had a concussion.
Jovan Belcher shot his girlfriend and then himself in 2012; he was 25. His body was exhumed a year after his death, and you are probably not surprised at this point to hear that CTE was found. He left behind a 3-month-old daughter.
Shane Dronett, dead in 2009 at the age of 38. According to reports, he’d begun showing paranoia, confusion, fear and rage as early as 2006. He left a wife and two daughters.
John Grimsley, dead at age 45 in 2008, reportedly of an accidental gunshot wound.
Tom McHale, the cause of whose 2008 death was recorded as an accidental drug overdose. He was 45.
Justin Strzelczyk, 36, died while driving 90 mph in the wrong direction. No drugs or alcohol were found in his system.
Mike Webster – “Iron Mike” – dead at age 50 in 2002, after years of pain, confusion, poverty. An excellent article on his life and death: Before ‘Concussion’: An Inside Glimpse Of NFL Player Mike Webster’s Utterly Tragic Final Days.
Dave Duerson, age 50, shot himself in the chest in 2011. He left behind 3 sons and a daughter, as well as a text message to his family asking that his brain (which he purposely didn’t shoot) be studied for CTE. It was. He had it.
If you’ve seen the movie Concussion, you’re familiar with most of these stories. I’ve only read the book, so far. I imagine that when I do watch the movie, I’ll feel even worse.
And so here we sit on Super Bowl Sunday, all set to see which commercials are best, and to hope we win at least one quarter on our block pools, and to eat Buffalo everything. And I am not saying this to be judgy; I’m not. I will watch too, at least until I fall asleep, and I don’t know if that makes me a hypocrite or not.
It kind of feels like it does. But I mean, there still is football; it’s not going away. And I still like it. I like most sports, I like watching sports on TV, I like going to live events. I suppose I have my dad to thank for that – my dad who is living with pretty severe dementia at the age of 79. Up until his recent move to a nursing home, he’d been putting toothpaste in his hair on a regular basis. His situation is sad and horrible, but again – he is 79. Not 43 or 27 or 36. He’s not my husband, who I expect to spend many more happy years with. He’s not my son. I can’t imagine if he were my son.
And so, I don’t know. I hate to rain on anyone’s Super Bowl parade (but yes, I’m doing it anyway, I know, I know, I know). But I just cannot watch it without thinking of all of these husbands and sons who suffered, usually very badly, and then died as a direct result of having played this sport.
I also can’t watch the Super Bowl, or any football game ever from now until the end of time amen, without worrying about the guys currently on the field. How many of them will end up losing everything and trying to Super Glue their teeth back in? How many will end up like my dad, but 30 or 40 or even 50 years too soon? How many of the NFL’s current domestic violence problems are attributable, at least in some part, to CTE?
I don’t know, I don’t know, and I don’t know.
I keep trying to think of what my point is in writing this, aside from wet blanket purposes, and quite honestly I don’t know. Maybe that is the point. I don’t know. I don’t know what the solution is, and I hate writing about things where I can’t think of a solution. The NFL would like to think their concussion protocol helps, and I guess it does, like a Snoopy Band-Aid on a stab wound. Allowing a player to recover from a concussion is nice. It unfortunately does nothing to address the repeated non-concussive head traumas that football players experience at every practice, every game, every day. Some of them, every play. And the NFL, which continues to make billions of dollars, spent years denying that this was a thing at all.
The NFL makes billions, but what happens to the guys that make the NFL what it is? And by ignoring this, because we love football, because go Steelers! Aren’t we the tiniest bit complicit in keeping the system going? I mean, clearly we are. I am. Everybody is.
So anyway, today, I didn’t want to ignore it. I want everyone to be as worried as I am, most especially Roger Goodell and the NFL. I want the rules to change even more. I want to hear NOT ONE THING about the “pussification” of National League Football.
On that note, here’s another story.
I always liked Antwaan Randle El (who played for the Pittsburgh Steelers from 2002 – 2005, and then again from 2010 – 2012) – not so much because I knew anything about him personally, but because I thought he was good. I also thought it was pretty awesome that he could become a surprise quarterback when he needed to. Randle El was drafted the same year that Mike Webster died. Interestingly enough, he’d also been drafted by the Chicago Cubs in 1997, but he chose a football scholarship and college over a baseball career.
Antwaan Randle El is now 36, and says he asks his wife the same things over and over, only to ask again the next day. He’s the only wide receiver ever to have thrown a touchdown in a Super Bowl. He’s made history, in the NFL. And yet, he says if he had it to do all over again, he’d play baseball.
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