Friday, 1 February 2013


I agree that a Hail Mary pass that gets to the end zone is one of sports’ coolest charms. But horrendous concussion statistics are part of the traditional American hunter’s way of life. And the stadium mobs who get off on this anticipated mayhem are part of our darker side.
I started playing touch football in fifth grade, on the most gruesome grass of Holy Rosary Academy’s el cheapo “stadium.” Our bleeding knees prayed for the occasional foray to the Central Park’s well-kept grass.
It is encouraging to see this thoughtful former Eagles quarterback choose to relish a pacific fall. Maybe we’ll grow out of our animal satisfactions! But not soon!

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