Showing posts with label game. Show all posts
Showing posts with label game. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

EIGHTH concussion: Game over


On Friday, August 13th, a boy went down while playing in a football scrimmage. This boy was not on my brother’s team. It did not look good as no pads nor helmet was removed and the boy seemed lifeless on the field as paramedics worked on him. On Monday, the team and parents were told by the Athletic director, via email, that the boy had had several concussions before and was in a total neck brace to stabilize his neck for the time being.

What we were told next was shocking. This was the boy’s EIGHTH concussion and the last one he had made him sit on the sidelines all season last year. This concussion was the most severe a concussion can be. His football days are over as he is now in a neck brace and the Athletic Director will not let him step foot on the field again.



My question is-why did the coach or the parents let him play after the first or second concussion? Did they not remember that football is just a GAME and it should not be a life or death call? Were they afraid of letting the boy down? Why allow this boy to shatter his life before it starts? I do not have these answers but am still shocked that this boy was even allowed to play with his concussion history.

The new A.D. told our parents that the boy would not be playing again. Football should not be a life or death sport. Football is just a game. Even my brother said, “It’s not worth your life.” Play the game and not with your life!

Life is precious at any age!!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Wakey, Wakey...


Mr. Smarty pants thought it would be funny to wake his older sister up this morning. It started at 6:50am, "Wakey, Wakey Elyse...time to get up." I told him ever so nicely to go away and leave me alone. I did not have to get up early this morning. Then at 7am, he comes in, pats me on the head and states "Wakey, Wakey Elyse...time to get up, everyone else is up." Not so nicely I told him to go away and leave me alone. Then at 7:10am, he comes back and says "ELYSE, wake up...get up RIGHT NOW...I am not kidding this time...everyone else is awake." What do I do? Laugh at Mr. Wakeup Man and tell him to leave me alone. I may be taking him to Dallas tomorrow morning, but not this morning.

Mr. Smarty pants thinks this whole senario was hilarious too. What a 13 year old brother does! Gotta love him...payback is now in the planning stages ;) Even though he drives me nuts sometimes, he is my FAVORITE boy and I am VERY Thankful for him :)

Happy Thursday!!!!