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Originally Posted by underEJ
I frequently question my watching football. I remember big hits like the first hit Greg Wesley ever made in arrowhead that you could probably have heard all the way out on the highway if anyone was still in line for the parking lots. Nasty hit, and we all cheered and laughed. Over time, my appreciation of that type of hit has declined, and by the time Trent Green was laid out on the field by Gaethers, dirty hit argument aside, my already fading enjoyment of big hits dropped cold to zero.
I still enjoy the game and enjoy great plays of skill and athleticism, but I cringe at several hits every game. I am likely not alone in this. Will it make me walk away? I don't know yet, but I think about it, and I would not be considered just a casual fan.
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^ all of this.
I actually played football, 6, 7 & 8th grade, because you could play football and be in the school band in 6-8. When I got to 9th grade, I had to choose.
Easy choice - music.
I knew that I would do more playing music than I would throwing a ball.
I had also suffered my first concussion during a game towards the end of my 8th grade year. I didn't like it. Couldn't just shake it off. Bright lights have ****ed with me ever since.
I was a skinny string bean but I was a decent passer who made great decisions and I really like the game. Had a knack for it.
But I was also weary. Everyone was getting bigger and faster by 8th grade...and so were the hits.
I don't remember anything about the game where I was concussed, really at all. I guess I asked someone why I wasn't playing after I got hit. Idk. My cousin said it was vicious and that he couldn't believe I got up at all. So I took that as the sign that I wasn't cut out of the qb cloth.
I sometimes wonder if I missed out on the 'glory days' by not playing any sports in high school. I took a class on coaching and refereeing football in college so I could ref games and stay close to the action, so to speak. I really wanted to coach, but...life is full of those simple twists of fate.
No point, other than...I wouldn't wish a concussion on anyone. Ever.