Wednesday was a very sad day. Junior Seau took his own life. It's sad that the happiness that he so obviously found in football didn't follow him after his playing days. The Seau that I remember was always smiling. It may be a leap to assume that Seau's troubles resulted from the violence that he experienced on the football field. Still, it's a leap that's so easy to make. The evidence continues to build showing that head trauma in football leads to issues later. In that sense it's interesting that the NFL's punishments of Jonathan Vilma, Anthony Hargrove, Will Smith and Scott Fujita for their involvement in the New Orleans Saints bounty game were handed down the same day that Seau took his life. Football's a violent game. The idiots in New Orleans took it upon themselves to intentionally make it more violent. They made the violence, the injuries a game. As with the Saints' coaches and general manager that were suspended earlier, the question shouldn't be whether the penalties were too severe. It should be whether they were severe enough.
Since Wednesday, I've been remembering the incredible passion with which Junior Seau played football. His love of the game was always so obvious. I so wish that happiness had stayed.
RIP Junior Seau
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