I haven’t watched any football
this season. It’s not just because
my team—how do I say this delicately—sucks. I’ve been having qualms about watching for years as a result
of books like Jeff Benedict and Don Yaeger’s Pros and Cons and Mark Fainaru-Wada and Steve Fainaru’s League of Denial. The whole circus around Colin
Kaepernick and his peaceful protest strengthened my conviction that really this
was all about hypocrisy. Then I
read (and wrote about) Harry Edwards’s Sociology
of Sport, which led me to today’s book, Dave Meggyesy’s Out of Their League.
Essentially, Meggyesy’s account
points out that none of the stuff that is hitting the news recently is new (the
book was published in 1970). The
issues with player health, drugs, concussions, violence against women, racism,
and pseudo-patriotism have been there all along.
In the Foreward, he writes about
why he quit football:
“It’s hard for me to count the
reasons why. But I can begin by telling you about an image that is etched deep
into my memory. The Cardinals were
playing the Pittsburgh Steelers in St. Louis one rainy, cold Sunday
afternoon. We were beating them
easily and then, with a minute or so to go, they scored. I was playing end on the kickoff return
team and my assignment was to swing more than halfway across field and block
the third man from the kicker on the Pittsburgh team. I watched the flight of the ball as it went straight down
the middle. Then I dropped back a
few steps and began the sprint across field. My man must have thought someone had blown their blocking
assignment or maybe it was because he was a rookie, but whatever the reason, he
was making a bad mistake: running
full speed and not looking to either side. I knew he didn’t see me and I decided to take him low. I gathered all my force and hit
him. As I did, I heard his knee
explode in my ear, a jagged, tearing sound of muscles and ligaments separating. The next thing I knew, time was called
and he was writhing in pain on the field.
They carried him off on a stretcher and I felt sorry—but at the same
time, I knew it was a tremendous block and that was what I got paid for.
“During the rest of my years in
the pros, this image would occasionally surface in my mind. This sort of thing happened all the
time; it was part of a typical Sunday afternoon in big-time football. But the conditions that made me feel a
confused joy at breaking up another man’s body gradually became just one of many
reasons why I decided to quit the game.
“After playing the sport most of
my life, I’ve come to see that football is one of the most dehumanizing
experiences a person can face…” (p.
3-4)
I quoted at length, I know, but I
wanted to give the full force of his writing, of the conflict between the
amazing athletic enterprise and the inherent violence, of getting paid to do a
job well, except that job is to wreck people.
The book is engaging throughout
and often funny, intentionally or through the passage of time and its effect on
colloquial speech. The whole
experience is thought-provoking and produced change in my behavior.
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