“When’s he coming back…he’s done for the season…I found so
much scar tissue underneath that boy’s knee that he shouldn’t have even been
playing.“ “Oh wow, he never said anything to me about his knee pain,” replied
Bud Kilmer after visiting his star quarterback Lance Harbor in the hospital
after suffering a serious injury in the most recent game. For those familiar
with that film and having played the game of football at the division one level
or higher, it’s likely they have either been in that scenario or witnessed it
before. A Coach willing to jeopardize the long-term health of one of his
players all to be able to hang his next championship banner. We’ve all heard
about these players being doped up on painkillers, getting injections prior to
and during games, and a plethora of other treatments.
As is typically the case, the chickens have come home to
roost, and the leader of the revolution is a man by the name of Dr. Bennet
Omalu played by Will Smith (a far cry of both time and maturity from his time
as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air). A man of courage. Someone who was willing to
hold a $10 billion industry accountable for withholding crucial information
regarding player safety. After the tragic 2002 passing of Michael “Iron Mike”
Webster, Omalu performed the autopsy and made shocking discoveries about
Webster’s brain. His desire to examine his deceased patient’s brain more in
depth is met with harsh criticism and resentment by the Pittsburgh faithful. Despite
this obstacle and its hefty financial costs, he continues with his work.
Continuation with this work leads Omalu to conclude that
while cardiac arrest may have been listed as the cause of Webster’s death,
playing football for so long is what ultimately killed him in the form of CTE. He
suggests the same thing with deceased players Terry Long (suicide), Justin
Strzelczyk (car accident), and Andre Waters (suicide). As these deaths happen
consecutively (2004-2006), the NFL is finally forced to acknowledge his
research and give it some consideration. However, newly crowned commissioner
Roger Goodell does not take Omalu or his research seriously. They display such
sentiments by disallowing Omalu to even be in the room and requesting former
Steelers team doctor Julian Bailes to present instead. While thoroughly
distraught and still under great pressure to back down, (despite the stalking
of his pregnant wife and a politically driven prosecution on corruption charges
aimed at forcing his testimony), Omalu continues.
The final straw comes when Dave Duerson, an NFL Players
Association executive commits suicide due to growing cognitive problems and
requests Omalu to examine his brain in a suicide note. Many will view this film
and ask what makes it so great? The answer is clear. Concussion puts a mirror to all of our faces and forces us to take
long hard looks at the ugliest parts of our inner selves. It’s not as much
about why the NFL withheld such vital information about the long-term damage
football could do to the body as it is why we as the audience find such
pleasure in watching this barbaric game. It’s about why these players
voluntarily step onto the field with injuries galore. It’s about why team
doctors sometimes abandon their oath in allowing players to go back onto the
field. While this entire film is important, perhaps the most telling part is
when Omalu gives the demonstration of what happens to the human brain after
repeated blows by using a fish in a water-filled jar and shaking it
horizontally.
Seeing that image and then picturing that happening to
someone’s brain multiple times on the football field is terrifying to say the
least. It’s enough to make you never watch a football game the same way again. The
film also humanizes the NFL. It exposes their biggest fear. A fear that some
guys will begin to say to hell with this game. A fear that some will follow the
trends of young retirees like Jake Locker and numerous 49er players. Should such
realizations continue, then slowly but surely, those billions the NFL brings in
will start to dwindle. Eventually, that means no more high life, no more
excessive luxuries at the expense of guys literally killing each other, no more
ownership of an entire day of the week. Indeed that power is difficult to give
up. While I don’t promise to discontinue watching football altogether, I certainly
can no longer ignore the outrageous price it costs to play this game at its
highest level. For those who can, may the good Lord have mercy on your souls.