Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Junior Seau

Rish does this kind of post all the time about actors and directors and the like when they die. I figured I'd take a page from his book.

It just recently crossed the wires that Junior Seau is dead.

I know, most of you all who read this are going, "Who?" or, "A football player? Why the hell would I care?"

I guess that's valid, since Rish and I don't discuss this kind of thing on the show much. It's not a geek subject, it's a jock subject. So, you don't have to read on if you don't want to (as if you needed me to tell you that).

I'm just a little disturbed by Seau's death. For one, the guy was an amazing football player. He was great as both a leader and a linebacker. He never got the ring that every football player is in search of, despite making it to the Super Bowl twice, once with the Chargers and once with the Patriots. He lost them both. One at the start of his career and one at the end. Perfect bookends of "not quite" for the poor guy.

Apparently, they are investigating Seau's death as a suicide, self-inflicted gunshot to the chest. Many people are already saying that it probably has something to do with him hitting his head against things for a living for so many years. We know so little about how the brain really works, and I wonder if we knew better, would anyone play football at all?

I don't know. I love football as much as, if not more than, I love movies and books. I loved my few years playing football in high school and college, and I spend every Sunday in the fall and winter watching guys who do it way better than I ever did on TV. I'd hate to see it ever go away, but I also hate to see someone like Junior Seau's life ending at 43 because he can't take living with the brain trauma he's sustained.

A life is worth more than a game, I guess.


  1. Everybody has things that have inspired them, have provided good memories or entertainment, or made life just a little more hopeful or happy. For you it's football. For someone else, it might be chocolate sundaes, or model airplanes, or the Qoran, or lifting weights. For me, it's murdering cheerleaders with gardening implements.

    Who is somebody to tell you that what you love is stupid, or lame, or worthy of life in prison? Nobody, that's who.

    Keep on blogging.

  2. So sad. :( I signed Sgzhanke S. Carlo up for football the day before Seau died. Now I'm wondering if this is a good idea for him. He's a big kid; he loves playing sports and being on a team; he's wanted to play football since he was 6. Lots of people play football and are fine. Sqzhanke is not going to end up going pro. High school will probably be it for him. But still. I was already nervous about it and this didn't help.

    It seems like there has to be a way for them to play without it being so dangerous.

  3. I don't think that you need to worry about Sgzhanke S. Carlo if he's not going pro. It seems like, for any lasting damage to be done, that it needs to be a repeated thing over many years.

    I played for four years in high school, and one year in college, and have suffered no ill effects. There's the possibility of a freak accident, but there's that possibility in everything, from riding a motorcycle to running a 10k to just walking down the street, so you can't let that fear steal your fun from your life.

    1. Thanks! I agree or we wouldn't have signed him up. It doesn't mean I won't have to get a valium prescription or develop a serious meditation practice to cope with watching him play.