I feel the brutality of the sport every morning when I get out of bed. And I was a scrub for the most part. But I wouldn't trade any of it. If it weren't for th

I feel the brutality of the sport every morning when I get out of bed. And I was a scrub for the most part. But I wouldn't trade any of it. If it weren't for the increase in brain injuries and the muscle-mass maximizing arms race that ends careers (and limp-free middle age) on a weekly basis, I'd encourage my son to play. I absolutely loved the sport. It still has its merits, and I'm still a huge fan, but there's a lot of ugliness that needs to be fixed before I'd encourage anyone to play. It's a lot like encouraging someone to serve their country. If the mission is clear and moral, no problem. But it's rare you're gonna find that these days. Just work hard and try to be happy. That's honorable.