Football is a violent game. Duh. Yesterday, I watched a player for Iowa State take a huge hit, stand up for a couple seconds, then collapse on the field. I’ve never heard a quieter stadium.
That’s what gets me—both teams, and the fans in the stands, keep vigil for the fallen gladiator, feel relieved when they see any sign indicating that the player is conscious and maybe paralysis has been avoided. Then the sanctioned mayhem that sometimes approaches art form must resume.
I’ve always been amazed that so many people at so many levels still want to participate in this… sport? Gotta prove oneself somehow, I guess, join the fray, risk it all for a chance to get laid, for a shot at fame, and opportunities to hit people.
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