Pro football has a serious morality problem. I am not talking about promiscuous players or racist team nicknames. Nor am I referring to the "obscene" amounts of money changing hands between the masses obsessed with football and the sports industrial complex that keeps them supplied.
Every death can bring us together. I've talked to people I haven't spoken with in over 10 or 20 years. Rummaged through pictures and videos. Tapped down memory lane a bit. But I've also seen that we continuously have choices.
This man whom we held in such high regard killed himself quite possibly as a direct result of suffering repeated head trauma while providing us with entertainment. And that makes me very, very uncomfortable. I feel something tight and burning that can only be called guilt.
Mariano Rivera doesn't know if he'll pitch again and while fans ponder what the Yankees will be like without the best closer in baseball history, stop for a moment to think what the Yankee trophy case would look like if they never had him.
The Junior Seau tragedy is so very sad. But I'm afraid it won't be the last. Until something is done to protect a player's brain from trauma, many won't be equipped to handle life after they leave the game.
I knew Junior Seau from our days at USC when I worked as a student intern in the football office. I hadn't talked to him in years, but we share many friends and memories from what most of us consider to be some of the best years of our lives.