Let me start with this: I love football. I love it so much that I watch the draft. I love it so much that I familiarize myself with the potential players before the draft and tweet at the Giants to lobby for my picks.
But I’m trying to stop.
The CTE study results shocked me. You see, I thought CTE was caused by concussions. Reduce the helmet-to-helmet, fine them, retrain them, formulate new strategies, get a new generation of head-conscious players, and everything would be OK.
Then the study came out.
CTE isn’t just happening to the linemen. It’s happening to the quarterbacks. Even the kickers.
The study found that it’s the regular, non-concussion impacts that are to blame. In other words: all of football.
And that’s where the moral dilemma arises. If the game is inherently brain damaging, who can possibly support it?
I cannot watch people brain damage themselves for my entertainment.
That is wrong.
Oh, I’ve heard the other side. It’s probably not all players – maybe not even a majority of players.
It is still wrong to take pleasure in a game that will permanently destroy the future of many of the human beings playing it.
I am deeply in grief now. My entire fall schedule is arranged around football. The thought that I will never again see Beckham catch a ball is heart-breaking. (The bright side: I won’t see him acting like an idiot, either.) I won’t get to share my love with my daughter, who is just now old enough to watch the game. This was going to be the season that I helped her fall in love with it.
Oh, well. Maybe I’ll go back to watching baseball. My only moral objection to that sport is that the games sometimes go on until 1 a.m.