Why do we still watch football?

From the NY Times today:

I am a Catholic. He is a priest. It seemed natural to ask the Rev. James Martin if it was morally wrong to enjoy watching professional football, namely the Super Bowl, on Sunday.

Martin is a Jesuit, which is the order that produced Pope Francis and provided the foundation (for better or worse) of my education. He is a writer, a thinker and an acknowledged public intellectual. But Martin, a Philadelphian, is also an unabashed Eagles fan...

“I don’t think it’s a stretch to ask that question, but I’m not sure what the answer is,” Martin said. “I have watched with interest the progression of medical research. Are we using their bodies for profit? Are we using their bodies for our enjoyment?”

C.T.E. has been found in the brain of one dead N.F.L. player after another. Published studies have found a correlation between the total number of years one plays tackle football and the likelihood of one’s developing brain disease later in life.

Still, we shrug. Last year, 111.3 million people tuned in to CBS’s Super Bowl broadcast, according to Nielsen. Even with N.F.L. regular-season ratings down 12 percent this season, Eagles-Patriots on Sunday will almost certainly be the most-watched television event of the year — as the previous year’s Super Bowl was...

Even a football lifer like Eagles defensive end Chris Long is troubled by the danger of his chosen profession.

His father is the N.F.L. Hall of Famer Howie Long, who now is a football analyst for Fox Sports. His brother Kyle is an offensive lineman for the Chicago Bears. Chris Long, however, sounds like parents everywhere when he says that he doesn’t want his 2-year-old son, Waylon, to play tackle football before high school. He hopes that Waylon doesn’t play the game at all...

Debbie Staab understands this better than most.

We grew up together in the Midwest and I watched as her three sons excelled in the sport, each of them on a high school program that plays all comers nationally and perennially reaches national prominence. She has watched hundreds, probably thousands, of games over the years and appreciates the athleticism of the sport.

Now, she watches with an increasing amount of dread.

“When someone gets hit and they replay it in slow motion, I can see why these guys at 55 are rattled,” she said. “Nobody should get hit like that. Knowing what I do now, I would have steered my boys away from football.”

...Soon my wife and I, like millions of other parents, will have to make a similar decision about our own football-crazy 13-year-old. We know the long-term risks now, and that makes what used to be a simple decision far more harrowing. No priest will be able to help us. The N.F.L. should be as worried about that as I am (Why Do We Still Watch Football?).

See also 110 NFL Brains.

(Reuters/Carlos Barria)

The other day I posted some limericks by Dan Farber as "the best poetry inspired by the Trump Administration," but Calvin Trillin should get that tribute, since he does it regularly at The Nation:

Another genius has been named.
It’s Donald Trump (he’s self-proclaimed)—
So smart he can explain, we hope,
Why all his aides call him a dope.

One nightstand is not a one-night stand

A letter to the editor in the Times Literary Supplement:

Gerald Mangan is right to feel disgruntled about the removal of hyphens by disapproving US copy editors. I blame Woodrow Wilson, who is on record as stating that "the hyphen is the most un-American thing in the world" (note the un-).

James Joyce disdained them ("the heaventree of stars hungwith humid nightblue fruit") and Emily Dickinson preferred to cut a dash. But it's a brilliant little punctuation mark that's been around since Johannes Gutenberg and his forty-two-line Bible.

Hyphen-phobes need reminding that there is a world of difference between extra marital sex and extra-marital sex. A one nightstand is not the same as a one-night stand. As E.M. Forster says: "Only connect".

John O'Byrne

Harold's Cross

Dublin