American football makes rugby look like a tuppaware party- Sue Lawley
This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart so be prepared for sappiness and anecdotes.
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2...?currentPage=1
This peice is by the New Yorker and it makes my blood boil. It's a bit long but it compares football players to dogs.
Now my first thought is to go to New York and burn the mans office to the ground. He clearly has never stepped foot on a gridiron, much less built up bonds with teamates over years.
However, as I sit in think about it more I realize he is probably right in some sense. I was 14 years old playing my first freshman football game, towards the end of the first half my hand was wedged between two facemasks. It hurt like all holy hell but I cowboy'd up and finished the game. I later found out I broke the hand and two fingers. Needless to say I didn't miss a practice.
As much as I would like to reference the above story as another escapde of my toughness (lord knows I would like to) I can't. The fact of the matter was I was scared. But I wasn't scared because of an overbearing coach or a parent whom had pushed me into this. I knew both of them would understand. I was scared that I would let down my teamates and be looked on as less of a man. I was scared that my brothers would lose respect for me because I couldn't play one game without getting hurt.
The hand still hurts when it rains and sometimes for no reason it pops on occasion. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. Most of the guys I played with for 7 years. I built up bonds with these men that rival the ones I have with my family. From August to January I was with these guys about 12 hours of the day. I know I could call anyone of them up and they would help me.
But at what cost? Soccer is quickly becoming the most played youth sport and football is falling out of favor fast in places like the west coast and New England.
There is talk that the sport will go the way of the dogs, to dangerous at the high school level, to exspensive at the college level, to impure professionaly.
I love this game with all my heart and soul. The first time I saw Friday Night Lights, I was excited because that's what lay ahead of me. Now I watch it and get teary eyed. Not because I long for my HS days. College is deffitnely where the fun is! But I know never again will I share bonds with men like that (Well unless I have sex with them, but that's another topic)
That's what people who have never played the game don't understand, even men who rally against these injuries (as they should) say they would never give back what they had.
You can't get that by kicking a damn ball.
None of this made any sense but I'm glad I wrote it.
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