2019-10-02 12:53:23 UTC
Uh...shouldn't there be some examination or at least discussion of whether this late woman's presumably-hard-on-the-head-even-when-wearing-cranial-protection line of professional endeavor was a factor?
I realize some especially unfortunate folks suffer such tissue failure even in their youth, but heck, if NFL play is being compromised by the League's (over-?) reaction to the concussion issue, it seems to me not irresponsible (or even insensitive) to raise the question.
I mean, Davey Moore* probably figured he'd at least live to be 30, doncha think?
* The first of two 20th Century boxers to fight professionally under that name, this one--like Cassius Clay!--a black guy from Kentucky, and the felled fellow memorialized in a certain well-known protest song**.
** The correct answer to the titular and lyrical question*** posed by that guy with the funny nose, the funnier hair and the funniest voice happens to be--if you've ever wondered after hearing the ponderous, serpentine and troubling tune, given that its singer/songwriter so characteristically never answers his own question: Sugar Ramos (if only inadvertently), in a Thursday night, March 21, 1962**** featherweight bout in a boxing ring set up on Dodger Stadium's infield.
*** "Who Killed Davey Moore?"
**** Moore actually completed the 11th round TKO still standing and alert, and was even briefly interviewed during the post-bout coverage of the nationally televised match-up, but then collapsed in his dressing room, went comatose and expired--from brain stem injury, as it turned out--in the early overnight hours of Monday, March 25th.