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Taking a Pass on Football for the Next Generation

Monday, February 07, 2011 - 12:39 PM

Football is the last thing left in civilization where men can literally fling themselves bodily at one another in combat and not be at war.

—Ronald Reagan

On Sunday night, I watched the Super Bowl with a hundred million other Americans. And I tweeted a bunch too. It was a better Super Bowl than most. Exciting to the end, even though the Steelers never took the lead. The ads, the halftime show. It has become part of American tradition. But I didn’t enjoy the game as much — or in the same way — as I used to.

I used to watch football with my father. He’d played football in college, for the University of Indiana, on a full scholarship. By the time I was born, he had long ago hung up his helmet in favor of a hardhat, but the television was always on for football. And very occasionally, he would scrape together enough money to take me to see the Giants or the Jets or even the Eagles at the stadium.

My father understood football as only a player can, from the field point of view — and he taught me the ins and outs of the game: the artistry of a good quarterback, the value of a good defensive playbook, when to run the ball, when to run the clock, how to slow an opponent’s pass rush and open up opportunities for wide receivers (the position my father played), and on and on. I was the son my father never had and that was fine with me.

This season, my father would probably say that the Eagles' Michael Vick is the best running quarterback in the NFL. I would have to stifle my inclination to bring up politics (you know, the thing about the dogs) and I would argue instead that the best running QB in the NFL is definitely the Packers' Aaron Rodgers. My father would probably see through this, remembering that I went to UC Berkeley. So did Rodgers. My father always said that I am loyal to a fault.

So, my father and I would have had some fun with this Vick/Rodgers debate while we watched the Super Bowl — especially, since neither of us would have cared that much. Vick wasn't even in it. And we are both Jets fans, anyway.

But we didn't watch the Super Bowl together. Instead, my father was tucked into his bed at his nursing home. My mother tells me he was already asleep when she left at 6:30 last night. I doubt very much my father even knew the Super Bowl was on.

My father suffers from Parkinson’s disease. The initial onset was slow. But the dementia that comes in the later stages of the disease has progressed rapidly in the last several months.

In case you are unfamiliar with it, Parkinson’s is a degenerative disorder of the central nervous system. It impairs motor skills and cognitive processes. Famous people with the disease include Michael J. Fox and my father’s hero, Mohammad Ali (my father also spent some time in the boxing ring). That may help to bring to mind the awful symptoms: rigidity, slowness and the signature tremor. As you can imagine, for an athlete, these symptoms are terribly frustrating.

The disease usually appears around the age of 60. I guess my father got lucky. He wasn’t diagnosed until age 70. This is the first year we didn’t watch the Super Bowl together.

Parkinson’s is idiopathic, meaning there is no known cause, although some cases have a genetic origin. That’s why there is a huge political component to the disease. Michael J. Fox has been fighting hard for research that would include stem cell transplants, which conservative groups oppose for religious reasons.

In my father’s case, however, I believe — and his doctors do too — that repeated concussions triggered the disease, especially given no family history of Parkinson’s.

Which gets me back to football.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love the sport. And for good reason. My father was born dirt poor. When I use the expression, I mean it quite literally. My father and his siblings grew up during the Depression, orphaned and in poverty, with little more than dirt for floors.

He had no money for college and would not have gone but for track and football scholarships. Football paid for his room, board and books. It allowed him to travel to Mexico where he studied art and architecture and met my mother.

But my father paid a price for that opportunity. He played in the days of leather helmets and his brain felt every blow. My mother, who grew up on football in Texas, stopped going to the games because she could not enjoy seeing my father and his friends brutalized, play after play.

Of course, fifty years later, the medicine, technology and equipment have improved tenfold. When he could still debate this issue with me, my father would say that the modern equipment like neck rolls, spider pads, rib protectors (he called them flak jackets, I guess harkening back to his army days, I guess) and even elbow pads help against injury. But, I said to my father then, and I still say now, that football players pay a price for the opportunities they seek, even today.

Most of that equipment does not address the concussion issue. And even though players now wear padded plastic helmets (my father wore one too, in the later years of his career), their brains still roll around inside their skulls, sustaining injury, the very definition of concussion. Even now, players are sent back onto the field to play through concussions when we know very well they should not.

As much as I love the sport, I love my father more. And I love my son. I always thought he would play football, like his grandfather. But then I did my homework.

And you don't have to look far. They did a great segment on this last August on The Takeaway. There are 41,000 concussions every year among high school players. As far as I’m concerned, you are lucky if your kid doesn’t make it out of high school to play in college. If he gets that far, pray he sits on the bench and the coach tells him he doesn't have enough talent for the NFL.

While the Concussions Committee of the NFL generally denies that concussions result in permanent brain injury, a 2009 National Health Interview Survey showed increased incidence memory loss and dementia retired professional football players related to the effects of concussion. More rigorous research is being conducted by Dr. Ira Casson, a neurologist, for the NFL.

But I don’t think I need to see more. I see my father. My son sees him too. We are grateful to football for the leg up it gave to our family. Without it we might never have had access to the American Dream. But I am also grateful that my son’s next steps toward fulfilling his dreams will not be running down the field, looking for a pass.

Jami Floyd is an attorney, broadcast journalist and legal analyst for cable and network news, and is a frequent contributor to WNYC Radio. She is former advisor in the Clinton administration and served as a surrogate for the Obama campaign on legal and domestic policy issues.

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Krista from Washington State

Thanks for this. I just read it through the Parkinson's newsletter that I receive weekly. My father also has Parkinson's. He's 63. He never played football, but spent a lifetime hiking through the woods as a forester... and every spring and fall he had a backpack full of pesticides to spray as he hiked. I personally believe this is what triggered his disease, but it's hard. Hard to see him unable to enjoy his retirement. Hard to know that my sons (3 and 11 months) will never know the able, athletic man I knew. Hard to know that he most likely won't be around to see them graduate from high school or get married.
I"m not a huge fan of football either, but my personal crusade is now against all the nasty chemicals that invade our lives day in and day out.
Thanks for writing.

Feb. 11 2011 02:10 PM
Margaret vranesh from NYC

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Personal Message:

In your discussion of football injuries you neglected to bring up that football is a money making machine for colleges and professional sports. It is no longer the sport we knew in olden days.

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Feb. 09 2011 12:07 PM

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