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Video-game generation may be desensitized to NFL injuries
Bob MolinaroI IMAGINE THERE'S a large segment of NFL fans that envisions pro football to be the embodiment of the video games they love to play.
Perhaps most of the NFL's popularity can be attributed to the interests of gamblers and fantasy fanatics. But I've got a feeling that a certain percentage of males, those whose senses have been bombarded by video violence all their lives, are attracted to pro football by the slickly edited TV images that are a variation of their virtual-reality experiences.
This makes me wonder if the catastrophic injury to Buffalo Bills tight end Kevin Everett will make any real impression on the desensitized adolescents and adults raised with the cartoon violence of "Madden '08" or "NFL Blitz," or the absurd blood-and-guts scenarios associated with other Xbox games.
On a human level, there may be no more important or heartbreaking development in the NFL this season than the spinal-cord injury suffered by Everett on Sunday. Yet, I suspect it won't resonate as it should.
The NFL, after all, has a well-programmed audience. The league's crass packaging of its product anesthetizes us to the violence. The men inside those jerseys sacrificing bones and ligaments and risking paralysis aren't really people; they're interchangeable laundry.
Nobody stops to ask what price the athletes pay for our amusement until years later, when former players are hobbling like tables with one leg shorter than the others. Or they suffer brain damage brought about by the very collisions that vicariously thrill us as we sit in our family rooms.
One of ESPN's most popular features with football fans is a program highlighting the biggest hits from that week's games. Former NFL players sit around a desk guffawing as video of freight-train collisions are played one after the other.
With each hit, the panelists raucously exclaim, "He got... jacked up!"
Somehow, with a young player clinging to life in Buffalo, getting jacked up doesn't seem so funny.
The NFL is best enjoyed from an emotional distance, and by that, I don't mean people shouldn't root for their favorite teams. Just don't get too attached to individual players, any one of whom is one snap away from being lost for the season. The first week claimed an impressive list of casualties: Redskins offensive tackle Jon Jansen, St. Louis offensive tackle Orlando Pace, Dallas nose tackle Jason Ferguson, Chicago safety Mike Brown, and Miami safety Yeremiah Bell. All are finished for the season; one and done - a bitter shame, but business as usual in the NFL.
The roll call of walking wounded is even longer, and the schedule is only 1/16th gone. Though most of the credit or blame for how a team does goes to coaches and quarterbacks, it's injuries that usually determine the season's pecking order. The best teams are often the luckiest; unlucky teams fall victim to attrition. No other sport is quite as unforgiving.
Injuries are one thing, but most of us manage to remain comfortably numb to football's most horrific risks - until a player suffers neurological paralysis. Then, if we can bring ourselves to think of the players as real human beings and not simply cogs in a machine, we're reminded that the NFL isn't a cartoon world in which we can laugh at an anvil falling on the head of Wile E. Coyote.
I wonder if any of this hits home with the very large and growing demographic that comes to football through the make-believe violence of video games. In that world, jacked-up players always bounce back, returning as good as new when the game is switched on.
This week, more than many, we're reminded that in real-time, real-life football, the violence and its consequences are all too real.
And people like this gets paid for spewing garbage...








