Oh, you can tell us there are now 55 pending concussion-related lawsuits against the NFL — lawsuits, according to NFLConcussionLitigation.com, that encompass more than 1,000 former players, many of whom claim the league withheld information about brain injuries.
You can even make a case that these players and their attorneys now have compelling audio of a former coach telling his players to “Kill the head and the body will die,” and that Williams sounds a hell of a lot more literal than figurative.
We know that neural pathologists in 2002 discovered a brain syndrome caused by repeated head trauma called Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE). And we know these doctors have examined at least 12 NFL brains that came up with the CTE condition. We even know these pathologists present compelling evidence that the brain can only take so much trauma before it goes bad — and these players’ brains went bad.
We know some, like Dave Duerson, committed suicide, ensuring he shot himself in the chest so he could donate his screwed-up head to science. We know others, like Hall of Famer Mike Webster, died of a heart attack — at age 50.
CTE, researchers say, is linked to emotional loss of control, depression, memory loss and, over time, dementia. That’s what they say, anyway.
What a crock. It’s all part of a propaganda machine designed to take hard-hitting, real men like Gregg Williams out of the game and give it over to the twinkle toes on offense.
Some like that coward of a filmmaker suggest Williams didn’t have the gumption to go out and do the damage himself, much less absorb the pain he wanted inflicted by his players. One of his former players, LaVar Arrington, wrote that he suspected Williams was bullied when he was young and this was his way of getting back.
Some say he’s just another wanna-be George Patton who settled on being an overpaid gym teacher instead.
Bull. We believe he was paid to coach a violent game and he did what he had to do to survive. Like soldiers, firemen and police officers in this country, he went into battle every week.
After all, even if he never went to battle against an actual fire, criminal or insurgent in Iraq’s Anbar Province — what he did for a living was really entertainment-based and not life and death — he still had to figure how to stop Kurt Warner and Brett Favre. And in Chinstrap Nation that’s, like, the same thing, right?
We don’t hear a coach who went too far. We hear the audio of a man’s man. And anybody who thinks different is a pansy cake like Pamphilon.
Hit somebody! And when he doesn’t get up, move ‘em. Or plant ’em. This is football, son. We go to war here.
Or at least we think we do.
For Mike Wise’s previous columns, go to washingtonpost.com/wise.