I love violent sports. I love roaring, I love exercise, I love boxing, I love wrestling an boy do I love me some football. I love these rare moments in life where young men can just open up and be young men. We are warrior spirits, warrior animals with warrior genetics and finding healthy expressions for those parts of our soul is nothing but good.
All of that goes out the window when you start looking at these men as gladiators, animals or stop caring about their well-being. When you intentionally try to injure, damage or even cripple a player in a sport, you are a violent criminal. Period.
That is a fantastic young man laying there unconscious. He is about to turn 23, and young men like him are what make this country what it is. These are our children, those are brave young men out there doing amazing things. We need to stop acting like their hurting them is a joke, or blaming them for earning good money and acting like they don’t deserve it. They don’t even reach an age of real adulthood until they are out of the league. These are kids, our kids, and I personally would love five minutes alone in a room with Jeff Fisher and his D-coordinator Williams. I doubt that both of them put together could offer much fight against all the cheap shots I would be taking on them. Cowardly bitches.