Junior Seau dead at 43. Sad words to read across the screen on a Wednesday night. Replace Junior’s name and insert any number of former NFL players who have died and they are words that have become all too real in the past few years.

After hearing of the passing of Junior and hearing so many former players, writers, TV analyst and radio hosts try to connect Junior’s death with his playing career, I began to wonder how many of those 32 young men who were selected in the first round of this year’s NFL draft were thinking about brain damage when their name was called. How many asked Czar Roger when they shook his hand (in whatever fashion, some with hugs and some with a handshake you would see between LeBron and Dwayne Wade on the sideline prior to tip off in Miami) if the NFL would take care of them in 20 years when they began experiencing depression and memory loss like so many before them? The answer is none. Not one single player. They were all thinking about how great their life was going to be playing a sport and being paid ten times as much as they would had they earned a job in their field of study.  Each and every one of those players were thinking about the all mighty dollar and how they would spend it, not how they would cope with years of not knowing why they walked into a room. Or where they were going to get the gun that would eventually lead them to their final resting place. 

            I guess what I am trying to get at is, no one thinks about the future. We are a society that only thinks about the present.  You cannot tell me that any player that has worn an NFL jersey was unaware of the potential life threatening injuries they could suffer from their line of work. I have heard a lot of folks talk about how we are naïve and foolish to think Junior’s death had nothing to do with him playing in the NFL. Well if so, I wonder if Junior would have had that boyish smile and be as happy as he was on his draft night had he known 20 some years later he would take his own life? I wonder if Jim McMahon would have worn those shades and done the Super Bowl Shuffle had he known he would later have to put his home address into his navigation system so he can find his way home.

            We can’t blame the NFL, players must be accountable for their own actions and decisions.  But what if we did blame the NFL? Could they turn around and sue every fan of every team who has ever been to a game or bought a jersey? If you stand by and watch someone beat up another person until they are dead and you do nothing to stop it and cheer on, aren’t you somewhat responsible for  end result? Well if so, then I should be arrested and sent to prison just like you, because every time I see a big hit in the NFL the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I cheer in approval.  And if the “innocent” football player who was hit later can’t remember his name, has trouble walking, or even takes his own life, should I be an accomplice?

            Or better yet, since the NFL isn’t doing enough to follow these players after their career. The NFL should hire one person for every former NFL player and their job is to study them and babysit them the rest of their life. That way no one can say the NFL hasn’t done enough (imagine how low the unemployment rate would be if this were possible). This person would be with their assigned NFL player for the rest of their lives and have to monitor every single move and make sure they are given the proper post football care.

            None of these ideas will work and none of them are feasible. So an alternative option is destroy football. Stop the sport so many love. Never play the game again. Stop the Saturday morning pee-wee football games, stop the Friday night high school showdowns in Little Town U.S.A., and stop the All-American Saturday afternoon games between the great colleges and universities across the country. And most importantly stop the Sunday tradition of watching some of the greatest athletes on earth battle on the gridiron. Instead our children can focus on the less fatal sports like baseball and basketball. Our homecoming king and queens can be crowned on a Tuesday at the big tennis match. Saturday afternoons will be spent running errands and cleaning around the house. And Sunday’s, those will be spent in the church and at your in-laws for dinner.

            Sounds like a great plan. Our country will prosper, our children will be safe, and so many lives will be saved. What’s that Czar Roger? You don’t like that idea because then you won’t get to make your $20 million dollar yearly salary? I can’t hear you Mr. First Round Pick, did you say you don’t want to get an education and have to live a normal life working a regular nine to five job?  I didn’t think so.

            I don’t have the right answer to fix all of the NFL’s problems. But like I have always said, they (the players) know what they are getting themselves into. They signed up; they made the choice to live this life. Now they must deal with the very real and sometimes very tragic results.

This is article is written solely on the opinion of the author, Vaso Michels and does not represent the thoughts or the opinions of ESPN Sports Radio or Crossroads Communications.  You can hear Vaso, every weeknight on ESPN Sports Radio 92.7 FM/AM 1300 or online at www.espnsportsradio.com

 
 
 
Giants-21, Patriots-17 is what the scoreboard of Lucas Oil Stadium read after Rob Gronkowski attempted to make a diving catch at a batted Hail Marry pass intended to make Tom Brady the greatest quarterback of all time.

This would lead you to believe Eli Manning won and Tom Brady lost, stop right there.

With all the story lines that were typed during the weeks leading up to Super Bowl XLVI, it's tough to decide which one should be on the front page of the sports section the Monday after the big game.

Should it be, 'Peyton Manning's 'Baby Bro' Wins in the House Peyton Built'?

Or should it be, 'Tom Brady Outdone by the Lesser Manning, Once Again'?

Or is it that the rematch of one of the greatest Super Bowls of all-time lived up to and perhaps surpassed the 42 playing of the big game?

Any way you look at it there can't be just one headline.

Start with the city of Indianapolis. A city that many thought wouldn't be able to pull off a task like hosting the Super Bowl, did. Super Bowl XLVI was a hit and everyone walked away thinking they would be back in a few years for the next edition.

Why does this come to us as surprise? Are the NCAA basketball national championship and Wrestlemania. VIII not impressive enough for their resume? Even though in late October I thought there was no way the road construction would be complete and this would turn out to be a huge disaster it wasn't. It was as Borat would say, 'Great success!'

The committee members who put on this festive event should head to their nearest place of worship and throw a few thank yous to whoever, because boy was Mother Nature was on their side.

The best part of the Indy Super Bowl was the game.

The entire week went off without a hitch and there was only one thing left and that was the game. Leading up to kick off many hoped this one wouldn't be over before Madonna's aureole made an appearance. Well it wasn't. The rematch of 42 was just as good if not better. And for Colts fans, 46 ended just the way it was supposed to, Tom Brady in front of his locker with his head in his hands wondering what just happened.

Everyone from radio/TV hosts to the evil czar that is Roger Goodell was impressed with this past week. Great job Indy, now don't ever do it again.

Don't be like the aging super star who has nothing left to prove and hangs on to the last frail string to prove he still has it ([cough] Brett Favre). End on a high note. You won. The City won. Go out on top, enjoy the accolades. Sit back, relax, put your feet up, and watch New York fail miserably in two years.

I said everyone won, and they did.

The city of Indianapolis made a killing and everyone who visited has new found respect for the capital of the Hoosier state.

The Giants won. They hoisted the Lombardi Trophy and showed the football world anything is possible with a little momentum and one of the greatest road, big game tested quarterbacks of all time.

The NFL won. When the world was watching they shinned unlike last week at the Pro Bowl. Great atmosphere and an even better game.

Colts fans won. A Manning won the big game in the house that Peyton built and Tom Brady and his GQ style went home without a win.

Terre Haute won. The Hautian Son, Steve Weatherford held the Lombardi Trophy and even made Yahoo's top 5 players of the game list.

Tom Brady won. Yes even in defeat Brady still comes out smelling like a rose. He'll go home and polish his three other Super Bowl rings which are nestled safely away in his million dollar mansion, kiss his beautiful kids, and enjoy his  knockout super model wife (even if she cusses like a sailor ). He  is still one of the greatest quarterbacks to ever play the game. Oh yea and whether you Colts fans like it or not, Tom Brady will get his 4th ring.

Even Madonna won. With a record coming out soon, she had a performance that was enjoyed by those who grew up idolizing her. The 30 somethings who watched were taken on a acid washed trip back to their childhoods. Unfortunately Madonna came back from that trip.

For me, I was a winner and a loser. I won because I was a point away from calling the game right on the money. I called for a  20-17 Giants win on 102.7 WBOW Friday morning with Kyle West, but the night before on my own show I said 17-10 Giants (what can I say, I'm getting old). I lost because rather than sitting in my recliner enjoying a cold adult soda while I eagerly awaited every commercial, I was left to baby sit the radio broadcast due to technical difficulties here at the station. By the way what awards has Jim Gray won?

In the end everyone was a winner.

Congrats to: Indianapolis on a job well done, to Tom Coughlin who showed that age doesn't matter unless you're 17 and want to go in the back section of the video store, to the New York Giants on their win of Super Bowl XLVI, to me because I am starting to get the hang of Roman Numerals and to basketball, you now have our undivided attention.

Final thoughts:

Kelly Clarkson, nailed the Star Spangled Banner.

50 year old men performing at halftime of the Super Bowl, cool. 50 year old women performing at halftime of the Super Bowl, not cool, sad.

Watching the Super Bowl on a 15 inch TV, painful.

 
 
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