Freedom = $1.05
Banned
Among the spectacles of our sports-entertainment complex, there are only two in which people are regularly killed not accidentally, but directly as a result of that sports essential identity and, more ghoulishly, that sports essential public appeal. One of them is auto racing. The other is American football. Of the two, there is only one in which children are now regularly killed. That sport is not auto racing. That sport is American football. This weekend, the sport killed another child.
On Friday night, Evan Murray, a 17-year-old student at Warren Hills Regional High School in New Jersey and the quarterback of that schools football team, died after being hit in the course of a game against Summit High School. Murray was able to walk off the field, as is regularly said during football telecasts, under his own power. Murray collapsed on the sideline. He was carried into an ambulance and later died. The specific cause of death was massive internal bleeding from a lacerated spleen. The general cause of death is that Evan took a hard hit. He got blown up. He got the shit knocked out of him. Evan is dead because he played American football. Period.
Too much of American journalism and, therefore, too much of what Americans think they know about their country is corrupted by a kind of anesthetic generality. To cover American sports while boycotting football is to make a conscious choice to ignore the most garish form of the basic commodification of human beings that is fundamental to all of the games. At the same time, that same moral calculation requires an acknowledgement that the essence of American football is the destruction of the human body and that it alone among the institutions of sports spectacles involves the death of children. Martial had it easier, covering the games that he did. The athletes he wrote about were at least fully grown.
It is difficult to acknowledge the loss of Evan Murray, but it is easier to mourn his death than to truly acknowledge what his loss means, because that would require us all to reckon with our complicity in it. There are people who can walk away from the game as fans, as executives, and even as players, although far too few of the latter do it until it is too late. But some of us are obligated to chronicle this moment in time, when our true national game stares into the abyss until the abyss looks back, and some of us are required to continue to bear witness to the phenomenon in which some people get enormously wealthy, in which some people take great, vicarious joy, and in which some of our children die.
there is more at the link. If my child tries to get into this sport i'm either going to wrap them entirely in bubble wrap over their gear or ask them to please for the love of all that is good work on his/her jumpshot