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Kudos to Dick Schwartz and Michael Rand for reminding us all of the senseless violence of tackle football (“Football, maybe I actually can quit you” and “Football glory has high price,” Sept. 27). Wasn’t it just a few years ago that we were all wringing our hands with worry over the damaging effects of young (mostly) men slamming their heads together repeatedly and thereby inviting CTE into their brains in later life? Weren’t the numbers of young football players declining? Weren’t there heartfelt pleas from players and parents to stop the violence, which is constantly dangerous and occasionally fatal? How quickly we forget. How many fans blithely walk past an ambulance on their way to the stands of a high school or college or pro football game. An ambulance? Just in case, I guess.
I played football as a young man (eight-man, just to give you an idea of how old I am), and I loved it. And I had my “bell rung” more than once. And I was a fan for many years. But I began tapering off several years ago when I saw at that time how much the violence was being celebrated by commentators and even former players. And when Bennet Omalu released his devastating report on CTE — a report widely dismissed by the football powers that be at the time but subsequently proven by further research and eventually acknowledged by the NFL — that was it for me. I am astonished and frustrated at how, in spite of the evidence, we continue allow and sometimes encourage children and teenagers to play the game. And how the media, including the Minnesota Star Tribune, continue give it such vast and encouraging coverage. Young adults? Well, it’s their brains, and they have the freedom of choice if they want to play. But we continue to fail our younger players.
Thank you once again, Mr. Schwartz and Mr. Rand, for reminding us all of the continuing senselessness and danger of America’s King of Sports.
Mark Storry, Minneapolis
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Thanks to Schwartz for sharing his personal change of attitude regarding football. It’s bittersweet that the neurological afflictions of two fan-favorite football players, Tommy Kramer and Bret Favre, attributed to their years of repeated head trauma, has brought about the harsh realities of this sport into the spotlight. This isn’t anything new. Years ago, President Lyndon Johnson said of his Republican nemesis, then-congressman Gerald Ford, “He’s a nice guy, but he played too much football with his helmet off.” But while we take stock of the personal injuries suffered in this sport, we haven’t fully come to grips with the cultural implications of this form of entertainment. What does it say about us Americans that so many of us ignore the irony of finding pleasure in violent, harmful sports? One might presume that most of us would be appalled to learn that during the 350 years of its existence, the Roman Colosseum was the site where an estimated 400,000 people died, witnessed by an “entertained” audience. And, of course, football is different. But isn’t football just a more civilized expression of our dark fascination with violence?