Effects of head trauma scaring Turley
While playing for the St. Louis Rams in 2003, the ultraphysical tackle took a blow to the helmet and lost consciousness on the final play of the third quarter. He spent the rest of the game – which seemed, to him, like it lasted five minutes – on the sideline in a daze. He wanted to wave to his wife, Stacy, but was unable to remember the location of the luxury box where she was regularly stationed and eventually gave up. At game’s end he retreated to the locker room with his teammates, and then things got even blurrier.
“I went into the shower, and as the story was told to me later, I was sitting at my locker, butt-naked, when our owner [Georgia Frontiere] came in to congratulate us,” Turley says. “I don’t remember doing this, but everybody said I stood up and hugged her, totally naked, right there in the middle of the room.”
Yet any unintentional humor that stemmed from the incident is trivial given the long-term damage that Turley, a former NFL All-Pro, may have sustained from that and other instances of head-related trauma. More than a year and a half removed from his playing days, Turley is now experiencing symptoms which, he and his doctors fear, could point to a chilling prognosis.
Late last month Turley, with no apparent cause or warning, collapsed while listening to music at a club near his Nashville-area home and passed out for several seconds. Shortly thereafter, while battling vertigo, he began vomiting uncontrollably as Stacy rushed him to a nearby hospital. After being admitted to an emergency triage unit, a disoriented Turley was in and out of consciousness for the next several hours.
At one point, he recalls, “I was having a full-on seizure-type-thing, probably because my potassium levels were so low. I was on a table just flipping around like a fish; I was fully conscious and knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t speak. Realistically, if I hadn’t gone to the hospital, my kidneys could’ve shut down and I probably could have died.
“It was definitely the scariest experience of my life.”
Nearly four weeks later, what’s even scarier to Turley is the notion that his nightmare may have only just begun. Though doctors haven’t been able to give him the conclusive cause of the episode he experienced that night – or of the migraine headaches, dizzy spells and disorientation which have followed – the presumption is that he’s feeling the effects of the head-related trauma he endured during his playing career.
One expert even fears that Turley could be on the road to contracting Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE), the degenerative neurological condition that, researchers think, contributed greatly to the violent deaths of former NFL players Andre Waters and Justin Strzelczyk.
Now here’s perhaps the most disturbing information of all: Turley, relative to his peers, had no sense that he was a particularly likely candidate for such a daunting diagnosis.
“I never considered myself a guy that had a lot of head injuries,” Turley says. “But the doctors I’ve seen are very concerned about my past history, and when I look back on some of what I experienced, it makes me angry. Guys are going crazy, and my wife and I just had a baby boy. I don’t want that to happen to me.”
Turley, who believes he was given inadequate medical care during his career by the three teams for which he played, plans to contact a lawyer about the possibility of suing the NFL. “We could be talking about a class-action suit,” he says.
Turley’s concern comes at a time when awareness about brain injuries finally seems to be gaining traction among NFL players, team physicians and league and NFL Players Association officials. A league-sponsored players’ health and safety summit on mild traumatic brain injury was held in Chicago in 2007, followed by another concussion-specific conference at the league’s New York City headquarters this past May.
Among the promising developments: a move toward uniform terminology and testing policies among team medical personnel; enhanced helmet technology; recent rule changes regarding helmet-to-helmet and other dangerous hits, and the elimination of the kickoff wedge; a “whistle-blower” hotline for players to report unsatisfactorily addressed head injuries; and an apparent push by newly elected NFLPA executive director DeMaurice Smith to make player-safety issues more of a priority than they were under predecessor Gene Upshaw.
“ ‘Passionate’ doesn’t begin to describe how De Smith feels about the medical issues,” says Dr. Thom Mayer, who has been the union’s medical director since 2001. “He is possessed. To him, they are non-negotiable. He has suggested that I attend the [negotiation sessions for the new collective bargaining agreement] and I intend to be there at the table.”
Still, says Arizona Cardinals receiver and special-teams ace Sean Morey(notes), a member of the NFLPA Player Safety and Welfare committee, the current landscape is far from ideal. For one thing, players aren’t educated enough about the long-term safety issues associated with concussions.
“In my experience, 50 percent of players’ concussions go unreported, and that’s something we’ve got to change,” says Morey, one of three current players (along with Seattle Seahawks middle linebacker Lofa Tatupu(notes) and Baltimore Ravens center Matt Birk(notes)) who announced earlier this week they’d agreed to donate their brains after death to a Boston University medical-school program that studies severe postconcussion ailments. “If players understood the risks more clearly – the effects of cumulative concussions or of suffering repetitive head trauma over the course of a career – I believe they’d be a lot more willing to let the trainers and doctors do their jobs.”
One major problem, as Turley, Morey and others readily admit, is that there are a lot of forces working against increased diligence on the part of players. For one thing, because NFL employment is such a tenuous proposition for many, most non-stars fear that they’ll be replaced if unduly sidelined. It’s also true that most players are highly competitive souls who pride themselves on toughness and try to plow through all but the most debilitating injuries.
“Professional players naturally want to play,” Morey says. “We want to keep our jobs, we have loyalty to our coaches and teammates, and we desperately want to win. Typically, when we get a concussion, our first reaction is to avoid the trainer at all costs. That’s just our mentality, our culture.”
For that reason, many minor concussions are routinely dismissed as “dings” by the afflicted party, with no sense of the potential for long-term consequences. “I think most of us have no idea how many concussions we’ve really had,” says New Orleans Saints linebacker Scott Fujita(notes). “In my experience, when you’re evaluated on the sidelines, as long as you can see how many fingers the doctor is holding up and you’re willing to play, you’ll play.”
In Turley’s case, it rarely came to that. Aside from the serious concussion he suffered in St. Louis, he says the other cases of head trauma he experienced in the NFL “were ‘dings’ where I’d get cross-eyed and not see straight for a whole series. … I’d see three guys for every real one, and I’d say, ‘[Expletive] it, I’m gonna hit the guy in the middle.’ That happened to me maybe two or three times every season.”
Given that Turley experienced vertigo as early on as his college days at San Diego State – a condition doctors have recently told him is treatable – he says the treatment he received from team medical personnel was cavalier and not viewed from a long-term health perspective. (Turley played for three franchises: the Rams, Saints and Kansas City Chiefs. All three teams denied requests by Y! Sports to speak to doctors and trainers who evaluated him.)
In New Orleans, Turley says, “I got out of bed one day and ran into a wall. My wife had to drive me to practice, and when I got there and told them what was up, all they did was put me in a room, put the lights out and say, ‘Lay down and go to sleep.’ I was puking all over the place, in and out of consciousness – I probably could have died. At the end of the day, they called my wife and had her pick me up, and that was it.
“I had some serious episodes like that, and never did they tell me to see this specialist or get these tests or figure out if it could be treated. Now I see that vertigo is a big problem with retired players, and it [expletive] me off.”
After his severe concussion (and unclothed encounter with the now-deceased Frontiere) in St. Louis, Turley says, “They put me in a room, and they were gonna let me go home. I was walking out of the dome with my wife, and we ran into [the Green Bay Packers’] Joe Johnson, who’d been my teammate in New Orleans. He could tell I wasn’t right and told Stacy, ‘Man, he’s [expletive] up.’ She said, ‘I know. I need some help.’ Eventually she found someone and had to force them to take me to the hospital, and they kept me overnight.
“The next week, my head still wasn’t right but they let me play in that game against Pittsburgh. I was like, ‘[Expletive] it, I’ll play.’ But I wish I hadn’t.”
Turley, who finished his career with the Chiefs in ’07, remembers sitting in a cold tub after a game at Arrowhead Stadium with teammate Richie Scanlon, a special-teams player and linebacker.
“He came in and had a broken nose that was cracked all the way across,” Turley recalls. “All of a sudden, in 50-degree water, he passes out. I went and told the trainers and doctors and they said, ‘He’s all right.’ I said, ‘No, he’s not. If you guys let this guy go home right now, I’m gonna file a report against you for negligence.’ He ended up in the hospital, and they kept him for a couple of days.”
Under the whistle-blower system now in place, Turley (or any team employee) could have called an 800 number to report Scanlon’s situation to the league and NFLPA without fear of retribution from his employer. Yet Turley believes there is a larger issue at cross-purposes with player safety.
“The problem is, the team physicians are employees of the club,” Turley says. “They have the team’s best interests at heart, and that’s having your best players on the field, regardless of whether that’s in the best interests of the player. So even if you’re in Disneyland in your head, if you can play semi-effectively they still want you out there. There’s a complete [expletive] bias.”
Turley says that the NFLPA, as it negotiates a new collective bargaining agreement with the league, should push for union-employed doctors on the sidelines.
“Perhaps that could work in an ideal world,” says Dr. Gary Solomon, a Nashville-based neuropsychologist who is a Titans team physician (and who has recently evaluated Turley, which he won’t discuss). “But that’s not where we live.”
Adds Chris Nowinski, a former Harvard football player and professional wrestler who is the co-director of Boston University’s Center for the Study of Traumatic Encephalopathy: “That system would be scrapped the second Tom Brady(notes) was yanked in the fourth quarter of a close game. But it is a problem – players tell us all the time, ‘Doctors are more worried about keeping their jobs than about our health,’ and some of the more ethical team doctors have been fired in years past. There’s no easy answer to this, but it should start with having a highly trained neurologist on the sidelines.”
Solomon, who also serves as a team physician for the National Hockey League’s Nashville Predators, says another problem is the lack of a uniform system for evaluating brain injuries.
“The methods of evaluating concussions are as varied as the number of trainers and physicians,” Solomon says.
The issue was addressed at the health and player safety conference in Chicago, attended by team doctors and trainers, league-office personnel, NFLPA officials and leading neurologists. From that point forward, the league mandated baseline testing for all players – providing a “before” snapshot of cognitive abilities which could be compared to such tests after an incident – in an effort to ensure that those who sustained concussions were not prematurely cleared to return. (The NHL had instituted such a system a full decade earlier.)
The whistle-blower hotline was also established, though its impact does not seem to have been profound. Fujita said neither he nor any of his Saints teammates had ever heard of the program, and Mayer, the NFLPA’s health director, concedes: “We’ve not seen a lot of traffic there, quite frankly. This is a work in progress.”
For all the positive developments in recent years, it’s clear that more can be done.
“Based on our meeting in May, you have to say the NFL is more interested than they’ve been – but I wouldn’t say they’re appropriately interested,” Nowinski says. “We need more education and open discussion about this, and the NFL and NFLPA control the access to the players, so it’s really on them. The first reason I got involved in this was I thought it wasn’t right that people didn’t have a choice in their own future. It’s like with smoking: Telling people the consequences and giving them the choice is Step One.”
Morey speaks of recent enhancements in diagnostic technology and expresses the hope that they’ll soon be implemented. He also suggests reinstating a short-term injured-reserve list, this time specifically for head-trauma victims, as an incentive for teams to be conservative with players coming off concussions.
“If a player loses consciousness,” Morey says, “he would go on the 15-day IR, and the team could be given a roster exemption so they could sign another player at his position while he’s out.”
None of these potential improvements, of course, will do retired players such as Turley much good. As someone who has been heavily involved with Gridiron Greats, a nonprofit organization that aids needy ex-NFL players, Turley is well aware of the harrowing statistics retired players face: an obscenely high divorce rate; a similarly high likelihood of economic hardship; and the potential surfacing of anxiety, anger-management and other psychological issues.
All of this can be linked, at least on some level, to the aftereffects of concussion. Turley has already been treated for depression and anxiety, and he fears that “I might literally go crazy, like Andre Waters and Justin Strzelczyk did.”
Those were two of the six former NFL players who were diagnosed with CTE after their brains were studied posthumously at Boston University. An abnormal toxic “tau” protein was found in the brain tissue, a sign of brain degeneration similar to that found in Alzheimer’s patients. Waters, a former Eagles defensive back who three years ago committed suicide at age 44, was said to have the brain makeup of an 85-year-old man who was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease.
While other physicians have argued that CTE is multifactorial, suggesting that afflicted patients likely have a genetic predisposition for the condition and speculating about a possible link of steroid use, Nowinski says: “From a public-health perspective, that’s absolutely irrelevant. Even if trauma is but one of the factors, it needs to be addressed.”
Though Nowinski’s co-director of the Center for the Study of Traumatic Encephalopathy, Dr. Robert Cantu, has not examined Turley (who says, “I have never taken steroids”), Nowinski is familiar with the former player’s travails and believes there is cause for worry.
“I was concerned about Kyle even before this latest episode he had,” Nowinski says. “The symptoms he’d been having – regular headaches, depression – those two things alone are concerning, having seen that in some of the CTE guys and others who’ve suffered from postconcussion syndrome, as I have.”
In the aftermath of his ER visit in August, Turley felt as though he were recovering from the type of severe concussion he experienced in St. Louis six years ago. Early on, while attempting to close a set of double doors at his home, he had trouble recognizing which one to shut first in order to lock them.
“I had to sit there and test both doors multiple times,” he says, “because I couldn’t remember – even though I had done it unconsciously every night for the last two years.”
Driving, until recently, was a struggle – on more than one occasion Turley had to pull over on the side of the road because of dizziness. In recent days, however, he has become comfortable behind the wheel, and a sense of normalcy has returned. He’s back to playing music (his band, Turley, has a few gigs booked) and enjoying his and Stacy’s five-month-old son, Dean, who, says his proud father, “is gonna be a monster. His hands are as big as my buddy’s 2-year-old daughter’s hands. He’s trying to walk before he can crawl.”
Turley’s greatest fears – that he won’t be able to share in the joy of his son’s upbringing; that Stacy will be left to care for a cerebrally impaired husband – have made him as enraged as he famously was during his playing days. (The NFL once mandated that he take anger-management classes after he ripped the helmet off a New York Jets player during a nationally televised game.)
“This is [expletive],” Turley says. “I’m [expletive] as much as anything. They’re ruining guys’ lives, potentially. I mean, I barely drink, I don’t smoke – I’m a perfectly healthy person without any reason for this to be happening, and look at me. I literally could’ve died after I collapsed, and who knows when it might happen again?
“I’ll probably have to sue the NFL, but the reality is the NFLPA is as much to blame as anyone,” Turley says. “It’s just [expletive] criminal and it’s gonna come to a head.”
If so, that’ll be one helmet-to-helmet collision – a figurative one – that could actually help improve the overall health of current players.
TAKE IT TO THE ATM
Jay Cutler(notes) will shake off his messy debut and rock the house Sunday at Soldier Field as the Chicago Bears, even without the great Brian Urlacher(notes), stun the Pittsburgh Steelers. … Chad Ochocinco(notes), as promised, will do the Lambeau Leap after a touchdown catch against the Packers – but Green Bay will prevail over the Bengals. … The AFC East race will remain tight as the Jets upset the Pats, the Bills handle the Bucs and, on Monday night, the Dolphins surprise the Colts.
PLEASE, BOSS, SEND ME TO …
San Diego, where I can watch the suddenly explosive Ravens try to air it out against Lights Out and company in a battle of AFC contenders. Let’s see, what else can I do at Qualcomm Stadium on Sunday? Eat fish tacos? Check. Watch Ray Lewis(notes) ask his teammates what time it is? Check. Look for a Hollywood doofus in a male cheerleading outfit on the sidelines? Well, based on esteemed producer Mike Fleiss’ snappy debut blog (in which he named yours truly “Dope of the Week” for picking the Chiefs to win the AFC West), I’m thinking there’s a pretty good chance of encountering that eyesore as well. Look, Chargers fans, it’s nothing personal – I picked the Bolts to win it all before the 2008 season, and I still love y’all for the dramatic return of my leather jacket in January. And it’s nothing personal with Fleiss, either – yet. I’ve heard the man described as a genius, and I have to say I wholeheartedly agree. Producing the remake of a classic ’70s film about a shipwreck of epic proportions which, in fact, became the industry’s most infamous aquatic-themed disaster since “Waterworld” – well, that’s some high-concept irony only someone blessed with true brilliance could conjure.
LIES, LIES, LIES
1. If Eric Mangini had followed through on Brett Favre’s(notes) alleged receptivity to sitting out with a biceps injury late last season, thus ending the quarterback’s consecutive games streak, Favre would have been totally cool with that decision.
3. If the New England Patriots defeat the New York Jets at Giants Stadium Sunday, it will be because coach Rex Ryan and some of his players made brash pregame statements, thus compelling their opponents to play much harder than they otherwise would have done.
WORLD’S SIMPLEST POOL
As I mentioned Tuesday, it took the generosity (or impaired judgment) of Leodis McKelvin(notes) for me to survive my opening-week pick of the Patriots over the Buffalo Bills, and I’m fully prepared for a similarly stressful scenario in Week 2: I’m going with the offensively challenged Washington Redskins to prevail at home over the even more punchless Rams. Two reasons: The ‘Skins won’t take the Rams lightly after last season, when winless St. Louis’ stunning upset ended Washington’s four-game winning streak; and Redskins tight end Chris Cooley(notes) told me to pick his team to win. So I am. And if they lose, Cooley knows his phone will likely ring at odd hours for the next several weeks.
MY BUDDIES’ ANNOYING FANTASY ADVENTURE
UCSB women’s basketball coach Lindsay Gottlieb and my buddy Malibu each ended up an opening-week loser – and each has ample reason to question my advice at this early stage of the fantasy season. Among the players who underperformed for Gottlieb’s Harsh Reality in a four-point defeat to Punt Blockers: Carson Palmer(notes) (7 points), Chris Johnson (6), Braylon Edwards(notes) (1) and Greg Olsen(notes) (0.0, Blutarsky-style), though the real problem was going up against the Philly defense’s 29-point eruption. For Malibu’s Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, which lost to Bangas by 29, the underachieving culprits included: Kurt Warner(notes) (points not listed because the league is hosted by a rival and inferior site), LaDainian Tomlinson(notes) (that one’s his fault), Bernard Berrian(notes) and Steve Breaston(notes) (his fault, too – he disregarded my urgings not to start the injured Cards receiver, who didn’t even play).
This week, it’s bounce-back time. For Harsh Reality, which takes on I’m On A Boat!!! (Tom Brady, Terrell Owens(notes), Santana Moss(notes), Percy Harvin(notes), LenDale White(notes), Leon Washington(notes), Dallas Clark(notes)), we decided to get radical, benching Palmer, who faces the Packers’ defense (also on Harsh Reality), in favor of Trent Edwards(notes), who takes on the Bucs. “I hate to rely on a Stanford guy,” Gottlieb says. “But I like the matchup, and it also neutralizes T.O. – if he does well (for I’m On A Boat!!!), we’ll do well with Edwards.” As for Braylon Edwards, as of Thursday we were also considering sitting him (the Browns play at Denver) and going with newly acquired Raiders rookie Louis Murphy(notes), who seems to have emerged as the team’s go-to receiver in advance of Sunday’s game at K.C. (For the record, Gottlieb cut Fred Taylor(notes) and Glen Coffee(notes) and also re-signed Vernon Davis(notes).)
As for Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, which faces Gravity Rebels (Ben Roethlisberger(notes), Adrian Peterson, Brian Westbrook(notes), Reggie Wayne(notes), Roy Williams, Donald Driver(notes), Kyle Orton(notes)), he’s benching LT – the No. 2 overall pick (cough, cough) – and riding with Darren Sproles(notes). With Donovan McNabb(notes) hurt and Breaston still dicey, Malibu is going with the suddenly prolific Joe Flacco(notes) (despite the fact that he’s facing Malibu’s beloved Chargers) and a two-tight-end offense featuring Zach Miller and Todd Heap(notes). Malibu also, on my recommendation, cut Joey Galloway(notes) and acquired Bears deep threat Johnny Knox(notes) – but he’s still stubbornly clinging to Michael Crabtree(notes).
Here’s our weekly breakdown from Y! Sports expert Brad Evans
Silver may not possess the prognostication powers of Chad Ochocinco, but at least he’s starting to grasp reality, a perspective the infamous serial Tweeter sometimes fails to understand.
Though demoting Palmer and Braylon Edwards for more favorable options are wise moves, “I’m On A Boat!!!,” which the Noise hopes is actually captained by T-Pain, is about to torpedo Harsh Reality. America’s favorite Butt-chin (Brady), LenDale, the other Moss and little Leon have delicious matchups. Unless Trent Edwards focuses solely on Lee Evans(notes) and Chris Johnson miraculously morphs into Earl Campbell, the contest could be more lopsided than the Rams versus, well, anyone. Matt Millen could’ve drafted a better team.
Sabbath Bloody Sabbath’s prospects of a turnaround are equally bleak. Roethlisberger matched against the Bears minus Urlacher is unsettling. More frightening, Peterson plays the Hello Kitties (Detroit), a woeful squad he averaged 108 yards against a year ago. His single-game rushing record might be in jeopardy. Flacco is a brainy play, but the Miller-Heap combination won’t be enough. Malibu better have a bottle of Jack within arm’s reach.
OXYGEN-DEPRIVED THOUGHT FROM ABOVE
How do you win friends and influence people at a new job? Let’s ask the Cleveland Browns’ Mangini, who made news earlier this week for getting docked $25,000 by the NFL office – a result of his failure to disclose Favre’s biceps injury as the coach of the Jets last December. Since arriving in Cleveland, Mangini has alienated players and other employees with an arrogant, secretive, heavy-handed leadership style. Most infamously, he essentially forced the team’s rookies to take a 10-hour bus ride from Cleveland to Hartford, Conn., to work at his football camp. (Mangini flew to Hartford, but after news of the rookies’ plight broke he was shamed into returning on the bus with his players.) According to a source familiar with the Browns’ internal situation, Mangini also instituted a curfew for rookies and free agents staying at a hotel near the team’s facility during some offseason workouts, even on Memorial Day weekend – which, if proven, would be a blatant violation of the collective bargaining agreement. Mangini’s latest, according to the source: One player was fined $1,701 (the maximum allowed under the CBA) because he failed to pay for a $3 bottle of water he’d consumed at a hotel while the team was on the road. Gee, if the Browns keep losing and some guys on the team stop playing hard for this guy, I wonder why that’ll be?
LET’S DO SOME DON JULIO SILVER SHOTS FOR …
My good friend James Parrish, a former NFL lineman who passed away 5½ years ago after a brutal battle with cancer. Sitting alone at one of his favorite lunch spots in Pittsburgh’s Strip District last Friday, I remembered how much I miss the big man’s insights and sense of humor and enormous heart. His wife, Jennifer, and their lovely children, James Jr. and Jordan, miss him a whole lot more.
DISPATCHES FROM THE LAIR OF THE BEAR
As Cal improved to 2-0 with a 59-7 thrashing of Eastern Washington at Memorial Stadium last Saturday – giving the Golden Bears back-to-back 50-something outings for the first time since 1973 – sophomore kicker David Seawright could have looked ahead to this weekend’s game at Minnesota. Instead, I suspect, he was thinking about his next trip to the library – that’s what happens when you attend the nation’s top-ranked public university (and, for what it’s worth, the school with the country’s seventh (USA Today)/eight (AP)-ranked football team. Oh, and the most morally admirable school) in the U.S.) This week’s academically inclined offering from young Mr. Seawright:
Believe it or not, there is a reason why the word “student” precedes “athlete” in our official description. In order to play on Saturdays, we go to class Monday through Friday, even those especially killer 8 a.m. sections.
This semester, I am taking my first ever psychology class (Psych 160: Social Psychology to be precise), allowing me to verbalize the snare sports fans and student athletes alike often find themselves in.
My professor (and yes, this is a shameless plug for Professor Chen – remember this on our midterm coming up!), while discussing the concept of schemas, lectured on Confirmatory Hypothesis-Testing, which is the tendency to seek information selectively that confirms our preexisting beliefs.
This concept struck me as being particularly applicable to student-athletes on two levels. First, the nature of recruiting essentially exemplifies this notion. It is not uncommon for athletes to deny upper-echelon schools in favor of less prominent universities at the mere suggestion that they may be better suited to play an alternate position.
Conversely, many capable athletes will blow off smaller schools because of a certainty that the Pac-10 will come calling. Players like Kevin Hart, although his situation was extreme, are so convinced of this fact that they pay no attention to other potential suitors.
The second glaring example is the uncomfortably common practice of transferring schools. Some athletes transfer multiple times, simply because they disagree with the amount of playing time received. If they aren’t starting, they don’t want to hear it.
A bit like standing in an echo chamber, isn’t it? Ever lambast the wise Mike Silver via email when he slots your team lower than first (which is where they belong, of course) for his “32 Questions?” Ever turn off ESPN when their panel of “experts” picks against your team?
Here is my confession: I used to be you. Sometimes I still am. My advice? Get over it.
Don’t be that guy (or girl, for all the ladies out there). Media members get paid to do two things: report facts, and offer analysis. When they are particularly good, like my esteemed host, the analysis is derived from those facts. If you don’t like it, sound off on message boards or blogs, where baseless opinions are more than welcome.
I, on the other hand, am not being paid for anything, so I’ll end this study break and reenter the realm of my student half. If you need me, I’ll be buried in my psych textbook.
YAHOO! SEARCH WORDS OF THE WEEK
ROLLIN’ WITH THE ROYALS
Soccer sucks sometimes – one team dominates yet can’t score, gives up a goal against the run of play and spends the rest of the game living out an anxiety dream while trying vainly to equalize. I’ve experienced this agony recently while watching my daughter’s club team and, on Wednesday, while monitoring Reading’s 1-0 defeat to Cardiff City at Madejski Stadium. In a game the club’s website described as “nothing less than daylight robbery,” the Royals gave up a 58th-minute transition goal to Chris Burke and came away from a crisp performance with zero points. Reading went down kicking – manager Brendan Rodgers pulled up keeper Adam Federici on a corner in the final minute of injury time, and the Aussie goalie nearly equalized on a fantastic overhead kick. “Sometimes in football you just don’t get what you deserve and I thought we were fantastic,” Rodgers said afterward. “I think everyone in the ground could see that. I’m sure Cardiff will be delighted to come away with three points from that game.” Four days earlier at Madejski, the Royals also had a frustrating result, controlling play in a 0-0 draw with Doncaster. Heading into Saturday’s game at Peterborough United (a.k.a. Posh), Reading is 18th in the 24-team Football League Championship table with a disheartening six points after seven games.
LYRIC-ALTERED SONG DEDICATION OF THE WEEK
Though I’ve been hard on the Oakland Raiders over the years, specifically (and most recently) questioning the management approach of Al Davis, that doesn’t mean I’m not sympathetic to their fans. It’s tough carrying around a suspicion that the world’s out to get you, and I felt Raider Nation’s pain after the fiasco that was the Tuck Rule (atrocious rule, dubious application) cost the team that 2001 playoff game in snowy Foxborough. I was too sleep-deprived to form a coherent opinion of whether the replay overturn of Louis Murphy’s apparent touchdown catch late in the first half of Monday night’s defeat to the Chargers was another injustice, but now I’m wide awake and channeling my inner Stephen Stills. To the tune of Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth”, from the hypothetical vocal chords of Raiders employee and amorphous lackey John (Yes, Al) Herrera:
There’s somethin’ happenin’ here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man in a booth way up there
‘Bout to treat the Raiders unfair
I think it’s time we stop, Zebras, what’s that sound?
How you gonna bring the Raiders down?
As this review dawdles on
Thinkin’ up ways to do the Raiders wrong
Armed with unspeakable lies
He’d be a Cyclops with just one more eye
We’ve got to stop, Zebras, what’s that sound?
How you gonna bring the Raiders down?
What a field day for the Zebes
In stripes like eight Tim Donaghys
Blowin’ whistles and carrying flags
In the Black Hole they’re callin’ you (expletives)
Now we got to stop, hey, what’s that sound?
How you gonna bring the Raiders down?
Paranoia strikes deep
From Tuck Rule to Murphy’s leap
It started way back with Rozelle
Mike Perreira, whassup? I’ll see you in hell
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound?
How you gonna bring the Raiders down? …