Coming into this first week of the new year, I had a plan to write on this blog, mostly because it’s been a while since the last article. The topic was going to be about delusional NFL franchises who thought they were Super Bowl contenders. That topic might be ready for another day, but on this occasion, I want to talk about life. There will be elements of sports sprinkled in, but this is more about a deep dive into opinions, emotions and the way we process different events. Before we start having the tough conversation, let it be known this might not be the cleanest copy. This is about getting thoughts on paper, and we’ll see where it takes us.
On Monday night, I, like many in this country and around the world, watched in horror and shocked silence as Buffalo Bills safety Damar Hamlin collapsed on the field from cardiac arrest in a game against the Cincinnati Bengals. At the time, I was actually working as an associate editor for a sports website, and of course, we had to bang out the articles. You do what you can, because it’s part of the job, but I can tell you my mind was probably not with it. After my shift, which ended at midnight, I tried to go to sleep, but couldn’t because all I wanted to do was get a report on Hamlin the man, not just the football player. Even my mom, who’s a causal football fan, called to ask me if I was watching what was going on. My mind, my thoughts, my heart, everything was fixated on the hope of good news for the condition of Hamlin.
As I woke up Tuesday, I had no idea when I was going to write on the blog, because I didn’t feel it was right to. I knew I had to go to work, but it felt wrong to write about anything else. The last thing I wanted to do is seem insensitive by not following the Hamlin situation. It did help I was able to write about some of the reaction from legendary players, such as Former Bills and hall-of-fame quarterback Jim Kelly, but even with that, there was something in me that was missing as far as the passion I normally have for talking about sports. I guess the only way I can explain it is I was able to take the emotion out of it, and focus on the job. After all, that is what we’re told to do, keep our head down and continue to push through at times when we’re might not be at optimal performance levels.
Speaking of pushing through, I would be lying if I said I knew the Bills-Bengals game would be postponed, and later cancelled. This is the NFL we’re talking about, and we all know how money-driven and spotlight-hungry the league has shown to be. As catastrophic and horrifying as Hamlin’s injury was, I did think they were going to treat him, take him to the hospital, and the game would continue soon after. I understand if someone would call me morbid for these thoughts, but before the criticism comes, ask yourself this. How many times have we seen players have gruesome injuries during games, and there wasn’t even a thought of that game being postponed? Look at what happened to Miami Dolphins quarterback Tua Tagovailoa earlier this year, also in a game against the Bengals. Personally, I still can’t shake the vision of Tagovailoa’s fingers seizing up from the effects of a concussion. That, like Hamlin’s injury, was scary to watch, but the paramedics came on the field, handled Tagovailoa with extreme care, and took him to the hospital. The game went on without a thought of suspending it. I’m old enough to remember watching the moment when Detroit Lions linebacker Reggie Brown suffered a spinal cord injury in a game against the New York Jets in 1997, and Brown, like Hamlin, needed CPR to bring him back to life. Again, the game kept going without the thought of postponement.
I’m not here to compare injuries or situations. I’m just stating as scary as Hamlin’s injury was to witness, this is far from the first time athletes have been in danger of dying on the field of play. With all of that being said, I have no issues with the Bills-Bengals being cancelled because through all of the rough moments mentioned, we (myself included) have to remember these players are human beings, not unemotional robots. It can be easy to forget because players are painted as heroes, and they are capable of doing superhuman things while in action. There are some professions where you spend more time with co-workers than you do with your families. Bonds get developed over time, and they mature into brotherhoods (or sisterhoods). When one of those brothers or sisters go down, it’s an mental and emotional blow that’s hard to recover from. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see Buffalo was in no state of mind to continue that game, and it was refreshing to see the NFL take a break from their money machine to acknowledge the human element.
Over the week, the focus went to what happens for the rest of the season, and the first two games since the Hamlin injury were played Saturday. A part of me still says all of that is irrelevant at this point, but two things brought me back to that conversation. The first is the positive reports about Hamlin’s condition, and hearing one of the first questions he asks doctors was whether or not his team won. The second is remembering what sports is about at its core. This is one of the few places where people from different backgrounds and beliefs can come together for a common bond. It’s also where we go to help heal after difficult times. Meanwhile, tributes continue to rain down upon Hamlin and his family, which shows there’s still care in the world, and lots of it.
So all of the discussions about the season, and how to feel about league decisions regarding the AFC Championship Game will keep going. As a journalist, I get it because I live in the 24/7 news cycle. This is just me sharing a deep dive into my feelings, because I believe it’s a conversation worth having. Emotions run high all of the time, and mine’s was all over the place through the week. So I waited until I was ready to share on this forum. Maybe my next article will get back to normal, but no promises. I’ll just leave you with this. While we put a lot on sports, we have to remember they are part of life, not life itself, and the humans playing it have feelings just like the rest of us. My hope is we, and the league keeps that in mind, because a little heart and compassion can go a long way. Don’t worry…I’m doing what I can to follow my own advice.
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