Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Treatment of former players Super disgrace

by JERRY KELLAR
Wilkes-Barre (Pa.) Times-Leader
Wed, Jan. 31, 2007

It was April 2002, the last time Johnny Unitas, then part-owner of the fledgling Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Pioneers, visited this area. It was also five months before one of the greatest quarterbacks to play the game passed away.

The 20 minutes or so I got to spend that day with the NFL Hall of Famer in a small conference room in the basement of Wachovia Arena ranks among my most cherished memories in the business.

They also served as an eye-opener.

A couple decades in pro football took its toll on ol’ No. 19’s body. His most noticeable problem was a curved right arm, a result of all those passes he threw. He also suffered the lasting effects of a torn Achilles tendon, broken ribs, a punctured lung and knee injuries.

But it was the right hand that I’ll never forget.

Slightly deformed from nerve damage incurred from all that physical pounding, Unitas had only limited use of the appendage. When a local politician interrupted our interview to ask for an autograph, Johnny U gently laid the marker into his palm and slowly etched his name on a photograph.

The memory of the onetime gridiron hero struggling to carry out this simplest of tasks, one that most of us take for granted, is distressing.

That emotion turns to outrage when you come to realize that the work-related injuries that befell Unitas and so many other players from the golden age of the NFL is not covered by insurance because of the league’s unwillingness to rework the former employees’ pensions to include a health plan.

Think about that for a few moments.

As the NFL readies for its annual showcase event – Sunday’s Super Bowl – some of the biggest names in league history, athletes who have laid the groundwork for what is now a billion-dollar empire, have been forsaken by this greatest of all games and the greed-mongers who run it. That includes union president and Hall of Famer Gene Upshaw, along with a group of players who are reaping the rewards of the sacrifices made by their predecessors.

Guys like Earl Campbell, a bruising Hall of Fame running back who nowadays can barely walk. Or ex-Steelers’ center Mike Webster, another Canton inductee who died a virtual cripple at the age of 50 after several dozen operations to his hands, knees, ankles and hips.

Webster, who in 1999 was diagnosed with incurable brain damage, the result of repeated concussions during his career, passed away before learning that a lawsuit to acquire full disability benefits from the NFL was successful.

Stories such as these, a few of which were detailed in a recent segment of HBO’s Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel, left John Unitas a bitter man at the end.

“It’s hard not to be,” he told me during his final visit to Wilkes-Barre. “It’s the side of the game most people will never hear about.”

It should be noted that not all of today’s players have turned their backs on their gridiron brethren. But for every Peyton and Eli Manning – whose dad Archie still bears the scars of a 14-year NFL career while earning a fraction of what his sons make as high-profile quarterbacks -- there are far too many others whose only concern is their personal well-being.

Those players are representative of a generation which chooses to live only for the moment. But even the bright lights of Super Bowl Sunday eventually go out.

Then it’s every man for himself.

Packer legend Jerry Kramer still on guard

BY BRETT KRZYKOWSKI
of The (Oshkosh, Wisc.) Northwestern
January 28, 2007

It’s a dangerous thing, pride. Like anything else, when it’s not applied in moderation, it becomes painfully clear why it’s one of the seven deadly sins.

True, there are instances when it’s helpful, even necessary. It can be what drives us to greater accomplishments. That’s often the case when it comes to the rarest of athletes who reach the pinnacle of the football world in the NFL.

But what happens when the whistle blows for the last time? What about those who supposedly are done tearing up their bodies for the greater good of a team striving for that elusive goal?

A lot of the time, those players are forgotten, as is the toll that comes from a lifetime of hurling their bodies about with little regard for what awaits them when their playing days are over.

Green Bay Packers legend Jerry Kramer is one of the lucky ones. He still takes to the woods of Idaho to hunt, visits its waters with fishing poll in hand and can bust the 250-yard mark off the tee thanks to a golfing habit that recently took him to Pebble Beach, where he came in with a sub-40 round on the legendary course’s front nine.

But he knows others from his era weren’t so fortunate. Unlike the stratospheric salaries players pull down today, they don’t have much to fall back on besides their league pension.

After a lifetime of helping charities ranging from the American Cancer Society to Special Olympics, Kramer decided it was time to devote his efforts to a cause that hit much closer to home and helped found the Gridiron Greats Assistance Fund.

Little did Kramer know, the events that brought him to that point started years before when he lost his ring from Super Bowl I, which eventually turned up at an online auction house in April of last year. When Kramer went to retrieve it, he used the opportunity to auction off the replica, with the proceeds going to charity.

“I’ve done the Cancer Society and Special Olympics, so many different things,” Kramer said. “Then I thought of the couple of guys who I knew were hurting pretty bad and could have used some help. Then this guy from the auction house steps forward and asks if there was anyone I wanted to help.

“Well, I didn’t have a choice really. I saw it as a chance to help out.”

Kramer knows what a blessing it is to be able to do everything he’s able to, especially after recently reaching his 71st birthday when the averages say a former NFL player probably won’t make it to his 60’s.

Players like Hall of Fame center and Wisconsin native Mike Webster.
Kramer had already been out of the league for a few years when the man also dubbed “Iron Mike” started a career that included 150 straight games at center for the Pittsburgh Steelers and four Super Bowl victories.

But Webster, who passed away in 2002, is almost as well known for his struggles off the field as his accomplishments on it.

Some doctors estimated he had undergone the equivalent of 25,000 car crashes during his career and, as a result, suffered from amnesia, dementia and depression. It got to the point where Webster was often living out of his car, not that many people knew it.

“You look at Mike Webster, and he was asked to do charity stuff all his life,” Kramer said. “He showed up at golf outings and other functions, signed stuff, did all he could, and he was in trouble that whole time.

“Here’s a Super Bowl hero, an all-pro player, and people ask how he’s doing, and he says, ‘Oh, I’m doing great. Everything’s great.’ Then he goes home at night and cries to himself and has to sleep in his van.

“He couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone he was having a difficult time.”

Cases like that aren’t in short supply, including one brought to Kramer’s attention recently regarding a former New England Patriot who was living in a homeless shelter before alumni groups and the Patriots’ organization stepped in to offer assistance.

Help like that is everywhere, Kramer said, but the problem is that an athlete’s mindset gets in the way and prevents them from seeking it. That’s the biggest challenge facing Kramer’s organization, not that he’s going to let that get in the way of doing some good in the very near future.

Despite the fact that the organization had its official launch only recently, its going to make a lot of noise in a big hurry with an online auction during Super Bowl week that features items from some big names, including Kramer’s teammates Paul Hornung and Willie Davis, and other legends like Mike Ditka, Don Shula, Gale Sayers and Archie Manning.

Of course, Kramer was thrilled that so many came forward to offer their assistance. But that generosity might be going to another outlet if not for a lesson today’s players would do well to learn.

Not surprisingly, the timely advice came from his mom, who was alongside the future Packer Hall of Famer when, as Kramer describes it, “some guy who was down and out asked for a quarter.

“My response was typical: ‘Ah, he’ll just get some liquor and drink it away,’ so I went on by. Mom grabbed my arm and said, ‘Whatsoever you do unto the least of them, so also do you do unto me.’ So I turned right around and gave the guy a buck. That kind of upbringing has an effect on you.

“It’s kind of sad to find the problems, find an old teammate who has pneumonia or has to be in special care because they have dementia or Parkinson’s. It’s a sad situation, but it’s great to be able to help out.

“We just want to make sure it all balances out in the long run.”

Cheering the NFL, not truth

by Brian Ettkin
Albany (N.Y.) Times-Union
Tuesday, January 30, 2007

We can handle the truth. It's the NFL's good fortune that we're just not interested in it.

We don't want to know how the NFL suppresses information about the effects of multiple concussions on its players.

We're not outraged that the enormously profitable NFL and its players' union "provides" a meager pension and no health insurance benefits for former players whose careers began before 1977.

We don't care about the loopholes in the league's drug-testing policy. We don't even care when a superstar such as Shawne Merriman tests positive for steroids and is suspended for four games.

We are outraged by every revelation about steroid use in baseball.

Because we're smitten with the NFL, we'd prefer not to look at its dark recesses. We want to observe Super Bowl Sunday as a holiday, and ignore our favorite league's unsavory practices, which we could never celebrate.

It's not that news stories casting the NFL in shadowy light are softened. They're just not widely reported.

When an October 2006 story in ESPN The Magazine reported the NFL-commissioned Mild Traumatic Brain Injury Committee's dubious findings on head trauma, findings that contradict the research of other doctors who study players with concussions, it was a nonstory in the popular press.

Among the revelations: The MTBIC concluded that returning to play after a concussion "does not involve significant risk of a second injury either in the game or during the season." Which is funny, because a 2003 NCAA study of 2,905 college football players found exactly the opposite: a player who suffers a concussion becomes more susceptible to further head trauma for seven to 10 days after the injury.

The MTBIC claimed there's "no evidence of worsening or chronic cumulative effects of multiple MTBIs in NFL players," even though a 2003 report by the Center for the Study of Retired Athletes at the University of North Carolina concluded -- wouldn't you know it? -- just the opposite. And most sports doctors agree.

Yet, according to the MTBIC, 51.7 percent of players who sustain concussions return in the same game.

The story also found that MTBIC chairman Elliot Pellman, the Jets' team doctor, didn't include in his study all relevant available data on players with concussions.

It's worth noting that Pellman is a rheumatologist, not a neurologist, so he's not trained to study brain trauma. He didn't earn a medical degree from Stony Brook, as he once claimed. He attended medical school in Guadalajara, Mexico.

And we don't find this disturbing.

Then there's the pension and benefit plan for pre-1977 players, which Hall of Famer Howie Long once called, the "dark secret nobody wants to talk about."

Even players covered by the NFL disability plan rarely collect. NFL veterans who play long enough become physically broken men and their minds are sometimes permanently jumbled too. Yet, The Wall Street Journal reported in December 2005 that only 90 of the more than 7,000 former players covered by the NFL plan were receiving the benefits.

This has prompted Pro Football Hall of Fame members including Deacon Jones and Mike Ditka to boycott the annual induction ceremonies in Canton to protest the NFL's and players union's treatment of its former players.

Not that we want to know about it.

A steep price to pay

By Dan Wetzel, Yahoo! Sports
January 30, 2007

MIAMI – Mike Ditka is spitting fury and frustration, words hitting harder than a South Beach hangover.

He surveys the scene here for Super Bowl XLI, takes one look at the giant billboards, the corporate sponsors, the overflowing hotels and restaurants, the four-figure ticket prices and he doesn't see smiling faces – just old ones.

Like the one of Mike Webster, the Hall of Fame Pittsburgh Steeler who died broke and sick and had spent time homeless, living in his pickup truck.

Or Willie Wood, a Green Bay Packer Hall of Famer, who played in the first two Super Bowls no less, currently struggling with a mountain of medical bills from myriad surgeries to repair back, neck, spine and hip problems almost all assuredly related to the violence of football.

Or Herb Adderley, another of those old Packers, who is so disgusted at his $126.85 per month pension in the face of all the NFL's profits that he refuses to wear his Super Bowl or Hall of Fame rings anymore.

When you spend your days hearing sad stories from all your old friends who helped make the Super Bowl the extravaganza it is, helped lay the foundation for a league now filled with millionaire players and billionaire owners, you don't have to have Mike Ditka's legendary fire to want to blow up at the owners, at the NFL Players Association, at the current players, at someone or something.

"It's a disgrace," Ditka said, starting to tick off his culprits. "The owners ought to be ashamed of themselves. The owners are financiers, and they are all about making money. They don't care about the history of the game.

"[NFLPA executive director] Gene Upshaw?" Ditka continued. "Come on. You can get somebody off the street to do what he is doing, and you will pay him a whole lot less. You've got [players] today making millions of dollars.

"All we are saying is we got a lot of guys that started this game that have a lot of problems health wise and mental wise. I say help them out. Help them out. Let them die with a little dignity and a little respect."

With that Mike Ditka is about out of breath. But not out of will.

Here is where the issue gets as complicated as it is emotional.

Two things are undeniable. First, many older players (especially pre-early 1980s) are suffering financially, physically and, often, mentally and emotionally. A great deal of that comes from playing the game. Second, the NFL is now awash in cash, a $6 billion industry.

The problem is that the retirement deals cut back in the day were reflective of the fiscal realities of those times. Older players look at today's Super Bowl as a cash cow and argue it wouldn't have been possible without Super Bowl I.

"You see we've got a $4 billion contract, we've got a 59-percent increase in income, franchises are now worth a billion and a half dollars and you're going, 'hey, hey, excuse me, you forgot something back here,'" said Hall of Famer Packer Jerry Kramer, who played in the first two Super Bowls.

"This era is what founded the foundation of the league."

Indeed it is. But, then again, that first Super Bowl in 1967 didn't sell out the Los Angeles Coliseum.

"The pension for the current players is quite good," NFL spokesman Greg Aiello said Tuesday. "And those benefits are a factor of the economics at the time. [For] guys who played years ago, the economics of the league weren't as great. Therefore their benefit package isn't what the benefit package is for the players today."

The NFL currently pays out $61 million in pension, but most of that goes to post-1977 players. The NFLPA recently upped its contributions to older players, but people such as Ditka claim it is woefully insufficient.

And while you'd love to see the NFL just step up and cover every player in need, it deserves at least some nod of respect for bucking every known trend in corporate America – rather than trying to abandon its legacy costs to retirees, it actually is upping its contributions and commitments.

"Every collective bargaining agreement we've negotiated with the players has included improvements in the pension plan for retired players," Aiello said. "Which is unusual in industry for the bargaining unit to go back and improve the benefits."

Of course, it isn't enough. Nor is the NFLPA's weak claim that it can only do so much because it legally represents only current players, not retired ones. Both the NFL and NFLPA could and should do more. Both could and should act as examples of what is right here.

That they defend their current actions says there is a lot of semantics here, a lot of buck passing, just not enough to the old players.

But the real problem here isn't exploding revenue or left-behind senior citizens – we've had that in most major sports. It is the inherent nature of the NFL, too violent, too painful, too destructive for any traditional definition of right and wrong to apply.

"Willie Wood had an operation on his high spinal column, on his high shoulders, on the narrowing of the spinal canal, on his lower back and on his hips," Kramer said of his old teammate.

"You know any one of those [surgeries] could wipe out a modest savings."

You don't have injuries like that playing basketball or baseball. You probably don't have them as a coal miner, or a lumberjack or a jackhammer operator even.

If the NFL were just any old industry – and not our national sporting obsession – it is quite possible the federal government would all but outlaw it for the safety of the workers. The NFL can provide all the helmets, trainers and team doctors it wants, but this still is a game that essentially can ruin anyone who plays it at the highest level.

"Football is a great game until you turn 45," former San Francisco wide receiver Mike Shumann told the San Francisco Chronicle in a story that detailed how at least 20 members of the 1981-82 49ers already cope with serious physical issues.

Which is why this is such an issue for the NFL. Common sense tells you that many players retire from football due to disabling injuries that will affect them for the rest of their lives, be it a blown knee or the double-digit concussions. But unlike most industries, players have been unable to prove it in court, and as few as two percent of retired players receive disability from the NFL.

With near-crippling injuries suffered from this massively violent pursuit, they struggle to make ends meet on meager pensions, hit-or-miss health care and limited employment prospects.

But the NFL, as rich as it is, can't afford to have 1,000 players suddenly on disability, sometimes for forty and fifty years. The league, as a business, can't operate if it admits that so many employees who do only what their job requires – tackling, blocking, being tackled, being blocked – wind up disabled.

It is not an understatement that the entire league's existence would be at stake. The federal government would have to pass some kind of legislation protecting it from such claims so it could continue to operate. That's why the NFL vigorously fights disability claims.

Moreover, the post-retirement life of a NFL player is full of non-physical challenges. According to the Kansas City Star, two-thirds of players have "emotional problems" within six months of retirement. And eighty percent of their marriages end within four years – another huge financial drain.

The NFL now works with current players about preparing for life after football, understanding that many players arrive from coddling college programs where there was little actual education and few thoughts spent on anything but playing ball.

"We have programs in place that never existed years and years ago to help prepare players for their transition," Aiello said. "They first hear about it at the rookie symposium and then they go to their teams, and they know about all of the resources that exist to assist them in their life off the field including continuing education, internships, life skill programs."

But that is too late for the older players who often mismanaged parts of their lives. Ones such as Adderley, who was one of 324 former players including 40 Hall of Famers who (foolishly, he admits) took early retirement, which explains his pathetically low pension. Not that it would have been much better. Kramer gets just $358 per month.

But the question remains, should it really be the NFL's job to care for all these players for all these reasons?

That debate is sure to get more contentious and litigious. The former players aren't backing down. There are lawsuits and press conferences and fights to be had. Ditka is just one of the combatants. The battle promises to be long and nasty, high stakes, high emotion.

In the meantime, Ditka and Kramer can't wait. And they won't. Both are fortunate to be in good health and enjoy prosperity from post-playing careers. But they won't forget their old teammates.

"I don't know if it is anyone’s fault particularly," Kramer said. "Some guys took retirement. Some had bad information. A lot of us got [information] indicating we would die at an average of 54. A lot of guys didn't, but a lot guys got caught in bad decisions financially or medical decisions. The medical thing has gone so through the roof."

Whatever. Nothing can change that now.

"I've got guys in the hospital, guys in homeless shelters, I've got guys who need help in days," Kramer said. "I can't believe the owners and the union won't correct this problem. [But] that's not my concern this week.

This week he is acting. Kramer, Ditka and a host of former players and franchises are holding an online auction to raise emergency money for players in need.

It's called the Gridiron Greats Assistance Fund and the memorabilia and experiences are one of a kind. Ditka is auctioning his 1975 NFC championship ring. There are celebrity experiences with Harry Carson, Howie Long and Merlin Olsen. Hand-drawn plays from Vince Lombardi. All kinds of stuff.

The information for the auction and the fund can be found on jerrykramer.com.

And whether you think the NFL and NFLPA should do more, whether Ditka is right or wrong, you can't argue with the need.

The Super Bowl is upon us – a celebration of the game. But not for those whom football chewed up and forgot.

Dan Wetzel is Yahoo! Sports' national columnist.

Shame of the league

Wallace Matthews
Newsday
January 31, 2007

When Tiki Barber retired from the NFL at the end of this season, he did more than walk away from his career at the top of his game. He also walked right onto Gene Upshaw's enemies list.

There is simply no other way to describe the behavior of that spineless mockery of a union, the NFL Players Association, or the attitude of its president, also known as Roger Goodell's -- formerly Paul Tagliabue's -- lapdog, toward its former members.

As exposed by HBO's "Real Sports" last week, and illustrated by my colleague Shaun Powell's heartbreaking column about John Mackey yesterday, once a player is done with the NFL, the NFL is done with him.

This week is the NFL equivalent of Mardi Gras, a week of happy horsecrap about the League That Can Do No Wrong.

But a handful of former players, Hall of Famers all, are not swallowing the Kool-Aid the rest of the country seems to be drunk on. While most of the NFL media is being distracted by the temptations of Super Bowl Week, Jerry Kramer, Harry Carson and Mike Ditka, to name a few, will be speaking truth in a hotel conference room a few hours before Upshaw gets his chance to lie about how great everything is.

They have long known that The Shield, as the players refer to it, is a league that eats its young, and the NFLPA is a union that discards its old. And tomorrow, they want the rest of the world to know it.

As Kramer said, "It will not be a pleasant task. But then, it's not pleasant to talk to Bill Forester [a Pro Bowl linebacker on Kramer's Green Bay Packers teams of the mid-60s] and hear that he's suffering from Alzheimer's and dementia and pneumonia, that he needs a feeding tube to survive, and that he can't get any money from the Players Association to help him."

Nor is it pleasant to consider the case of Willie Wood, a Hall of Famer now destitute, living in a nursing home and needing to rely on a trust fund for retired players set up by Ditka, of all people, in order to survive; or to think about a former New England Patriot, whose name is being withheld to preserve his privacy, living on the street, nor to consider the future of Carson, now 53 and suffering from post-concussion syndrome, the result of at least 15 game and practice-related concussions. Will he be the next John Mackey or Andre Waters?

This is the stuff the NFL never wants to talk about, but especially not now, when everyone is paying attention to what is universally regarded as the world's most lucrative and best-run sports league.

Upshaw did not return a call yesterday, but as he told the Charlotte Observer recently, "They don't hire me and they can't fire me. They can complain about me all day long. But the active players have the vote. That's who pays my salary."

Clearly, there's no help there, so after their news conference, the players will stage an auction of items from their personal collections, many of them prized possessions, to raise money for the thousands of players who can't, or won't, go to the union for help.

"These are proud guys, and a lot of them are too embarrassed to ask for help," Carson said. "But for them to even get to the point where they have to beg for assistance, that really -- me off."

Thankfully, Carson does not need the $700 or so a month his NFL pension would pay him if he applied for it. But it enrages him to think of Herb Adderley cashing an NFLPA check for $126.85 a month -- that is not a misprint -- and it really infuriates him when Upshaw crows about increasing all benefits this year by 25 percent.

"Great, now Herb will get $150," Carson said.

For a league that receives $3.1 billion a year for its television rights alone, it is an incredibly chintzy way to do business. Of the 9,000 retired NFL players, only 144 receive disability benefits and the league has never lost a lawsuit brought by a former player seeking help.

"You really do need to be crawling on the floor to qualify for disability benefits," Carson said. "They just deny, deny, deny, and hope that it all goes away."

Kramer said he hopes the auction will raise between $250,000 and $500,000, with all proceeds to be distributed as soon as possible because "we got guys who need help right away."

The NFL is providing nothing but the hotel room, because to deny the retired players a place to speak out would have garnered even worse publicity than what they will say.

But that is where The Shield's commitment ends.

"They told us they had so many requests for help, they didn't know who to help first," Kramer said. "So they decided to help nobody."

For the NFL, it is business as usual. Profits through the roof. Heads in the sand.

A constant enemy

Mackey among many with neural scars from their playing days

by Shaun Powell
NEWSDAY SPORTS COLUMNIST

January 30, 2007

At some point tonight on the Amtrak from Baltimore to Miami, a passenger might feel a gentle tap on the shoulder and see a large man balling a fist, ready to hit him with a bit of nostalgia.

"See this?" John Mackey will say sweetly to the stranger while flashing a striking piece of bling. "This is my Super Bowl ring. I scored the 75-yard touchdown to beat the Dallas Cowboys."

This is what he tells people -- on the streets, in the malls, wherever -- not just because the memory of his thrilling catch in Super Bowl V gives him bragging rights. It's also because, in his condition, the touchdown is almost all he remembers about the past.

And the ring. He wears two of them, actually -- a Super Bowl ring on one hand, a Hall of Fame ring on the other. Always. He sleeps with them. He rarely removes them. Which is why he's taking the train to Miami for Super Bowl XLI and not a flight.

A few years ago, while headed to St. Louis for an autograph signing show, he approached airport screening. Security ordered him to remove the rings and place them in the plastic bins. He refused. They told him again. He said no.

Then he noticed these weren't the same friendly strangers on the street who listened patiently when he told them about the touchdown. That's what dementia does. It makes its victims suspicious and also very protective of their possessions, especially the precious ones.

Therefore, Mackey followed his football instincts, which took him from Hempstead to Syracuse to the NFL and allowed him to cover 75 yards on that touchdown catch and run 35 years ago, when he spun away from the Dallas defense.

He elbowed past security and headed toward the gate. He was then, and still is now at age 65, a firm 6-2 and 240 pounds with giddyap. In his mind, he still was the man who starred for the Colts and revolutionized the tight end position.

It took four security jackets to tackle Mackey. In a post 9/11 world, that was enough for his wife, Sylvia, a flight attendant.

"If he could've gotten away and run down the corridor, they weren't going to catch him," she said yesterday. "They'd have to shoot him. And I'm not going to put him up against that."

So they'll ride the train to Miami to watch his old team, the Colts, play in the title game for the first time since their Mackey-inspired 16-13 win in 1971. The trip will take a while, but it's nothing compared with Mackey's long and draining journey to get financial help from the NFL to cover his soaring medical costs.

His situation is not unique among former players who came before the big salaries, who now pay the physical and sometimes mental price for laying the foundation for a league that generates billions in revenue.

Mike Webster, the great center for those Super Bowl-winning Pittsburgh teams, suffered brain injuries and was homeless before dying five years ago from heart failure. Andre Waters recently committed suicide at age 44 after being depressed, perhaps a result of brain damage after playing 12 years as a hard-hitting safety.

Those are just two examples. One report recently said that of the 7,500 former players covered by NFL disability, fewer than 200 receive football disability benefits. These players must prove their disability is a direct result of football injuries in order to collect. The league estimates it shells out $60 million a year in pension benefits; others say the figure is closer to $15 million.

Regardless, it's a cruel coincidence for Mackey. As an outspoken player, he fought for free agency and benefits at great risk to his career. And where did this sacrifice get him? He was snubbed by Hall of Fame voters until 1992, his final year of eligibility. And the NFL players' union, the weakest in team sports, sits under the thumb of the owners.

For many years after his career, Mackey had thriving business interests and successfully raised a family. About eight years ago, his wife noticed changes. He became forgetful about little things. Then she overheard a conversation in which Mackey told someone: "I don't have a sister." Sylvia pulled him aside.

"You do have a sister."

"No, I don't."

"Are you kidding? You have a sister."

"Well, what's her name, then?"

"That's when I knew something was wrong," Sylvia Mackey said. "He went to a bar once, which is something he rarely did, and began singing karaoke with someone. Then he announced they were taking their act on the road. They were going to Vegas. And he was serious."

His health declined, the bills increased. Sylvia Mackey, a retired fashion model, had to return to work as a flight attendant. They moved from Southern California to Baltimore partly to stimulate his memory. He began spending his days in an adult day care center, where the monthly costs almost equaled his NFL pension.

On a whim, his wife wrote a heartfelt three-page letter to outgoing commissioner Paul Tagliabue, urging him to take action. She told him about John's behavior, which became childlike, and the financial and emotional drain his condition had on the family. She explained how his memory was running on empty, except for the rings and the TD in Super Bowl V.

Tagliabue was moved. Within weeks, the NFL created the Number 88 Plan, named after Mackey's uniform number, which provides up to $88,000 a year for institutional care to former players suffering from dementia.

"I expected his reply to be along the lines of, 'We're working on it, thanks for your letter, good luck,' something like that," Sylvia Mackey said. "Paul felt everything he saw in my letter."

Other events in Mackey's life seem hazy. Only the NFL still registers strongly. Seizing the chance, his wife strategically puts his medicine in a box with an NFL address, which makes Mackey anxious to take it. Because dementia destroys a person's hygiene habits, she also taped a fake sign in their bathroom from the NFL, telling him to wash his face and brush his teeth. She signed it Paul Tagliabue.

"Works like a charm," she said.

Football was his life, and after a brief separation, is back in his life again. He stays sharp by watching video of old games, including the two Super Bowls in which he played. He never tires of the 75-yard touchdown play, or showing the Super Bowl V ring. But football does have company for Mackey's affections.

"Before this disease, John was a person who had a hard time saying 'I love you' to his wife," Sylvia said. "But now I must hear 'I love you' 10, 15 times a day."

She laughed. "I knew something was wrong when he started saying that."

Monday, January 29, 2007

Different Colt in No. 88 jersey is more injustice for Mackey

by David Steele
Baltimore Sun
January 29, 2007

Miami -- Old-time Baltimore football fans weren't the only ones who thought there was something strange about the sight of No. 88 on the Colts.

John Mackey thought so, too.

"At first, he thought it was a replay of him," Sylvia Mackey said last week, recalling how she, her Hall of Fame husband and one of their three daughters had watched the AFC championship game in their Baltimore home. "We didn't say anything, but he had that quizzical look on his face.

"Then he said to me, 'Who's that wearing my number?' " she continued, relaying the question asked by embittered fans with long memories ever since the Indianapolis Colts had come to town for their playoff game against the Ravens.

Soon, the camera zoomed in on No. 88 on the bench as he sat without his helmet - Marvin Harrison, the Colts' great wide receiver.

John "got all upset and agitated," Sylvia Mackey recounted, "and he said, 'That's not me.' Then he looked closer and said, 'That's not my name on the back of my jersey.' "

The sight of Harrison wearing Mackey's number is one of many slaps in the face old Colts fans have felt in the past few weeks as their nightmare - their colors and logo representing another city in the Super Bowl - became reality.

Now, we know it stung Mackey, too, even if only for as long as his brain can digest it right now. And that knowledge will surely make it sting the fans even more. At 65, Mackey struggles with dementia.

He has held onto his once-razor-sharp faculties as much as he has largely because of his wife's tireless efforts to keep him active - they will appear in Miami at various functions this week - and her fight for money to pay his medical bills.

In fact, she has helped keep the association with No. 88 alive; her plea two years ago to then-commissioner Paul Tagliabue eventually led to a significant upgrade in benefits for players with post-career dementia. It's called the Number 88 Plan, and it provides for up to $88,000 a year for institutional care.

But a new generation of fans, particularly in Indy, recognizes No. 88 of the Colts - through no fault of his own - as Harrison. "The only saving grace," Sylvia Mackey said, "is that Marvin went to Syracuse, just like John."

At this time of year, replays of Mackey's 75-yard touchdown play in the Super Bowl in January 1971 get constant rotation, so it wasn't a stretch for Mackey to expect to see himself on TV.

But his confusion was hard to watch, his wife said: "My daughter and I both looked at each other and said, 'Ohhhhhh.' We were heartbroken."

Thus, one more injustice was layered on top of the others Mackey experienced - as a player, union activist, annual Hall of Fame snub and now the sufferer of a mind-robbing disease.

Former Colts defensive back Bruce Laird - who helped fight to get the Mackeys financial help as part of the Colts alumni group and the NFL Players Association Retired Players chapter - said he wasn't sure if Mackey's union battles are what kept him out of Canton until his final year of eligibility. But Laird doesn't dismiss it: "I'm sure that because John was articulate, very smart, and a black man, back in the day - I'm sure that [ticked] people off."

How much that and other factors also played into his Colts number not being retired, even before the team left town, may never be fully known. It is not something he seems bitter about, possibly because it would be hard to figure at whom to be bitter. Mackey's wife said that he had never taken notice of it before the AFC title game.

According to the Colts' 2006 media guide, Harrison is the ninth Indianapolis Colt to wear 88. In fairness to them, though - and to indicate how his departure from here before the 1972 season was on such bad terms - four Baltimore Colts wore it after him; it was handed out that very season, in fact.

Meanwhile, the Baltimore Colts retired the numbers of all their core Hall of Famers except Mackey, while the Indianapolis Colts have not retired any numbers at all. With teams leaning toward honoring their immortals in ways that don't deplete the jersey number supply, the Colts have a ring of honor - only of Indianapolis-era figures. Mackey is in the Ravens' ring of honor along with the other Colts Hall of Famers, but the team does not retire those numbers.

Over 35 years, there were all sorts of cracks Mackey and his revered number could slip through, and he seemed to have slipped through all of them.

It's not impossible to envision the Colts someday retiring Harrison's and Peyton Manning's numbers, especially if they win the Super Bowl. That would be awkward, to say the least. But Sylvia Mackey has an idea for that.

"There might be a way to do a split. I wouldn't object to that," she said on behalf of her husband. "I'd say to Marvin, 'Tell them you want to split the number, half for you, half for John.' "

It seems fair - as fair as it gets for John Mackey these days.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Ex-Dolphin Fighting for Benefits That He Believes Are Due

Long After His Retirement, Morris Still Making Claims

By Les Carpenter
Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, January 28, 2007; E01

PRINCETON, Fla. He always found comfort in the lonely fight.

Eugene "Mercury" Morris, a star running back for the 1972 Miami Dolphins, has a favorite movie: "To Kill a Mockingbird." He has watched it countless times, ever engrossed by the fix that was in for Tom Robinson, an African American man accused of raping a white woman in an early-20th century Alabama town. In the heavy, hopeless air of that courtroom, Tom Robinson sits by himself facing a system too big to beat with only his lawyer, Atticus Finch, at his side.

"The guy was on trial where he simply could not win," Morris said.

At night, in a two-story house half an hour south of Miami, Mercury Morris sits at his kitchen table and sees himself as a real-life Tom Robinson fighting all alone. He is 60 years old, and football has left him with a spine that had to be fused together with pieces of a dead man's bone. Several doctors have told him the injury has destroyed important nerves and this gives him, on occasion, debilitating headaches that drive him to the bedroom in the middle of the day, where he must pull down the blinds and pile towels across his face

He also said that the National Football League, or more specifically, its retirement plan, will not acknowledge that the headaches are a result of the injury and thus is denying him benefits he believes are his. He will not accept this explanation. And for the last 20 years, he has waged a one-man war against the plan.

"Which is just the way I like it," he said.

This is an issue gaining momentum among the league's retired players, especially those hitting middle age as old injuries turn into more debilitating problems and who feel the retirement plan is not helping them with mounting medical bills. And at this Miami Super Bowl, it seems to be a topic the league would rather go away.

Late last year, an appeals court awarded the estate of former Pittsburgh Steelers center Mike Webster more than $1.5 million in disability pay from the plan. It was the first successful challenge of the plan's rules and it has given hope to many of the players who feel left out.

Which was all Morris needed.

Because there also is this about Mercury Morris, who is second in NFL history among running backs with an average of 5.14 yards per carry: He is obsessive. The kitchen table is strewn with legal documents obtained by Freedom of Information requests; they spill over to the counter and up to the sink. He has read them so many times he can quote from them precisely without even looking.
'He's Too Smart'

Morris moves about the house with the energy of a man two-thirds his age, scouring wrinkled copies of the retirement plan with the significant sections marked by adhesive strips. Always by his side is a red, hardbound copy of Webster's dictionary and he often looks up words, parsing their usage to see if the author has a hidden meaning. He examines everything for mistakes. He catches even the smallest discrepancy, colors it with a yellow highlighter then announces it as an "aha!" moment. Often giving it a name such as "the Smoking Gun."

Morris talks fast, words spilling like roaring rapids, harder and softer, rising up and down in bursts that can last for 10 minutes or more.

"He's so immersed in it he's hard to follow," said Bernie Parrish, the founder of the NFL Players Association and a leader in the fight for bigger retirement benefits. "It took me awhile to get it all but he knows what he's talking about. He's so versed in it I had to keep asking him and taking notes."

Morris is aware that people have trouble understanding the complexities of what he's saying. He realizes that not everyone devours piles of legal papers the way he does, nor do they write dozens of them a year. He will stay up all night talking about the plan if you wish. He rarely sleeps, burning off energy by working out for two hours at 10 o'clock every night. And even after that, he often takes a pill just to fall asleep at 3 or 4 in the morning.

"He needs to physically shut down the machine," said Gita Sekhri, the Frenchwoman who lives with Morris. He has no formal legal training other than watching countless episodes of "Matlock" and "Perry Mason." Nor does he type, which means that Gita must transcribe all of his briefs and letters at night after she is done with her day job. She does not object to this. Morris is doing important work, she said.

But don't assume he is a crazy old football player. He hates when people underestimate him. Those who know him well say he might be the most intelligent person they know. "He's too smart," Gita said. Already, Morris claims to have won two favorable small-claims settlements with people who have "crossed" him -- a lawyer who tried to bilk him on speaking fees and an electronics store that lost a piece of his radio and tried to cover it up.

He says he is sure the retirement plan is working against the players by making it impossible for a retiree from a violent game to collect disability. He said that 50 to 60 percent of the players leave the game because of a disability, but that only 1.7 percent collect disability benefits.

The league says there is no data to prove exactly how many players leave the game because of injury.

And as word has gotten out among retired players that Morris has become consumed with the retirement plan, several of them have sought his counsel. And the more he reads their files, the more shocked he becomes.

For instance, Don Besselieu, a 50-year-old former Dolphin who has a similarly fused vertebrae and has had schizophrenia diagnosed, was turned down for degenerative disability benefits. This was in part, he said, because in a conversation with the doctor the plan sent him to see, Besselieu mentioned that he cut his children's hair to save money and also that he felt badly for the troops stationed in Iraq. The doctor wrote in the report that Besselieu wanted to find work as a master barber in Iraq and thus was employable.

Morris seethes when he sees a comment in a 2005 Wall Street Journal story from Douglas Ell, the plan's attorney from the Washington-based Groom Law Group, boasting that courts ruled that 16 of the 20 lawsuits filed by players looking for disability payment were decided in the plan's favor. Two were reversed on appeal and two (including Webster at the time) were in appeals court.

Morris said this is further evidence that the plan is going all out to squelch any attempt by retired players to claim benefits.

Ell would not comment about Morris because the player has pending litigation against the league.

Then Morris mentioned that he and Parrish recently discovered, after sharing information, that the NFL Players Association paid Groom $13 million between 2000 and 2006.

He slams his hand down on the table.

"To litigate against us!" he shouts. "To litigate against us!"

When asked about Morris's claims, NFL spokesman Greg Aiello said: "We totally disagree. The plan is administered under specific criteria by three representatives of the players and three representatives of the league in consultation with qualified medical doctors. Mercury Morris has unsuccessfully litigated against the plan several times."
'Simply Not Relevant'

There was that period after his career was over in 1977 when Morris admits he "went crazy." Two years after football, he began freebasing cocaine, which was popular then. He began to use it more after his spinal surgery in 1980, and even though he didn't realize it, by August 1982 he was in deep. So much so that he ignored all the warning signs that screamed at him and agreed to be the middleman in a cocaine deal with his gardener, who claimed Morris owed him money for yardwork and wanted to get even.

The deal was a setup that Morris believes was the result of a television investigation that attacked the state of Florida for lenient cocaine sentences. He is convinced his resulting arrest in a sting operation was in large part to nail a high-profile athlete.

He refused to plead guilty or reveal names of football players who used drugs, either of which might have kept him out of prison, he said. Instead, he was convicted of trafficking cocaine and sentenced to 20 years in prison.

It was a huge story at the time, a football superstar going away for much of his adult life. And Morris was no ordinary prisoner. He conducted interviews, agreed to do speaking engagements, told everyone the experience had erased any desire for a life involving cocaine.

All the while, he and his lawyer Ron Strauss appealed the conviction to the Florida Supreme Court, which ruled in 1986 that key evidence was suppressed when the jury was not allowed to hear testimony from the government informant who helped to set up Morris. The conviction was overturned and a settlement was reached, and Morris was released.

Morris spelled out the details in his book "Against the Grain," published in 1988. And while he often gave speeches on his experience and has freely spoken about the trial and prison within the context of his entire life, he is not comfortable with it arising in a discussion of his work now. Because, he feels, to talk about his conviction without the full accompaniment of his life experiences is to strip him of his intelligence, the hours spent pursuing his benefits and everything else he has accomplished the last 20 years. He will not stand for this.

"It's simply not relevant," he said, icily.

Yet it is very relevant, for it proves he has won the impossible fight before. That he sat there alone, facing a system rigged against him, only this time he was able to prevail.
'It's the Principle'

Morris knows the moment he broke his neck. It came on a "Monday Night Football" game in 1973 when he was tackled by the Steelers' Mel Blount on the hard artificial turf in Miami. He landed with his body twisted back and Blount falling on top of him. Years later, when doing an interview at the NFL Films headquarters, one of the producers found a tape of the game and Morris got to see it for the first time -- the awkward collapse, the way he hit the turf. They even gave him a DVD showing his neck breaking for posterity.

That night, the Dolphins' team doctor took X-rays and told him he had a sprained neck -- an injury through which he played the rest of the season. It wasn't until after the season was over and he had to take a thorough physical in San Diego for the Pro Bowl that the doctors noticed something was wrong. The AFC coach, John Madden, was the one who had to tell him he had two cracked vertebrae in his neck.

The California doctors told Morris they would have put him in a halo when the injury first occurred, he said. They told him he had to wear a neck brace for six weeks or face serious long-term problems. But when he got back to Miami the doctor told him the Pro Bowl physicians had overreacted and he didn't need the brace at all, Morris said. Conditioned by years of treating team doctors' word as gospel, Morris took off his brace and left it in the doctor's office.

Six years later, he finally would have surgery on the broken neck. Then, in 1986, he tried to get line-of-duty disability benefits from the NFL retirement plan that would pay him from $9,000 to $19,000 a month as opposed to the $2,500 or so he is eligible to receive. But after sending him to a plan-approved doctor, he was turned down when the doctor said he did not meet the qualifications of a line-of-duty disability, citing language in the plan that say a player must have had "surgical removal or major functional impairment of a vital bodily organ."

Morris said he read the plan carefully and realized the doctor had left out a key provision at the end of that sentence: "or part of the central nervous system." Didn't his neck injury qualify for that? In 1989, independently of the board, Morris saw more than a half-dozen doctors who he said concluded that he did indeed have a nerve problem. Finally, the plan sent him to an orthopedic specialist in New Jersey who qualified him for line-of-duty disability, Morris said, but only for a partial-permanent disability, never addressing the nerve problems.

After two more years of haggling over this language and the plan's insistence that the matter be handled in arbitration, Morris settled for $295,000.22, a figure that Atlee Wampler, a Miami attorney who advises him for free, said is far below what someone with his condition should receive. "He took it in the face of them forcing him to arbitration," Wampler said.

But Morris, with the help of an attorney, had language inserted into the settlement that said he would be entitled to full retirement benefits, which would qualify him for the larger payments today.

In 1996, he went to court to have a declaratory judgment made on his disability benefit. The judge said the matter had been taken care of in the settlement. So Morris appealed. The retirement plan came back and sued him for legal fees.

"They wanted to put him down so nobody would try this again," Wampler said, then gave a dry laugh. "The nerve of a beneficiary trying to judge the breadth of his benefits."

This time, though, Morris won, arguing himself before a U.S. magistrate judge.

Two years ago, Morris sued again, for the higher retirement benefits he said his injury allows and are provided for in the plan once a retiree turns 55. He insists these are protected by the terms of his settlement. He even had a trial scheduled for 9 a.m. Feb. 4, the day after the Super Bowl, in U.S. District Court in Miami.

"I was excited," he said. "One day they were going to have the biggest game and the next day they were going to have the biggest pain."

But last year, the plan successfully argued that the claim already had been dismissed by lower courts.

Still, Morris pushes on. A few days ago, he sat in his house filing three motions in response. There were more late nights, more legal papers for Gita to type at 3 a.m.

Morris figures he has generated almost 200 letters back and forth between the courts and law firms. Wampler patiently tries to tell him that this is an arduous fight, that courts like to preserve settlements and leave discrepancies in retirement plans up to Congress to settle. He knows Morris listens when he says this, then stubbornly ignores the advice.

"It's the principle," Morris said. "The money will be the prize. I would have dropped out a long time ago if it was about the money."
'Do U Wonder?'

Despite everything that's happened, Morris still loves football. None of the 1972 Dolphins remains as fiercely defensive of the only undefeated team in modern NFL history as Morris. His star rose quickly as a player, culminating in 1972 when he had 1,000 yards, and fell quickly two years later when the injuries took hold.

But that season will always be magic for him. He is excited the Super Bowl is in Miami this year because the NFL Network is picking the best Super Bowl team in history and has been counting down the finalists each week. Morris has inside information that it will be his Dolphins.

"Who else would it be?" he asked.

To help commemorate this and also answer the doubters who think the 1985 Bears or 1978 Steelers might be better, he wrote and recorded a rap song, which he calls "a rhyme" about the team. He did this with absolutely no musical knowledge, putting it together first with a local DJ in the bathroom at home, with towels dangling all over the walls.

Later, he found a producer, Keith Morrison, who has worked with Ricky Martin, among others. Morrison cleaned it up, added in a background singer and turned out a disc with two versions of the song that Morris calls "Do U Wonder?'

In the first, Morris bellows out the words as if he's still a player shouting in a crowded locker room. It is loud, raw, in your face, and hard to understand. The second is more refined. Morris likes the first one better.

Nonetheless, just as he is with the retirement plan, Morris is obsessed with his rhyme. He listens to "Do U Wonder" dozens of times a day. In fact, it is the only song he listens to, taking it to the gym, the car, everywhere he goes. But it must be perfect, and no matter how many times he listens, something is never right.

Morrison, a patient man with David Crosby-like hair, is asked if he regrets working with Morris.

"For about five minutes," he said, laughing. "But there are people who are a pain in the neck just to be a pain in the neck, but Gene is very sincere about what he is doing."

Morris is nothing if not that. On a day not long before the Super Bowl, he sits in a car riding back from Morrison's studio. He pops "Do U Wonder" into the car's CD player and turns the volume way up. The words crash off the ceiling and rattle off the doors.

"When you finally see the light and the truth is a must

There's not another team inside this perfect circle but us

Since we ran the table on 'em it ain't been the same

You wanna go undefeated you got to win every game

I know you wonder."

"This must withstand the scrutiny of my harshest critics," he said. "They may hate me but I want them to listen to this song and say, 'Yeah, that was all right.'"

Then he grows quiet for a rare moment.

"You know" he continued, "I'm going to win. I can't let these guys get away with it."

And then he gazes back out the window at the houses and schools passing by, lost like he is for most hours of every day, thinking about the impossible fight.

Living and Playing Large Increases Cardiovascular Risk

NFL Linemen at Higher Risk of Heart and Related Ailments, Large Study of Retired Players Suggests

HOLLYWOOD, Fla., Jan. 27 /PRNewswire/ -- After retirement, National Football League (NFL) linemen -- generally the heaviest players -- are more than twice as likely as other players to have a syndrome that puts them at risk for heart disease, stroke and other cardiovascular diseases, suggests research being presented at the 19th Annual International Symposium on Endovascular Therapy (ISET).

More than half of all retired NFL linemen have metabolic syndrome, in which a person has three or more of the following conditions: abdominal obesity, high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high triglycerides (blood fats) and low HDL (good) cholesterol.

"Large body size is a major risk factor for cardiovascular disease, and football players -- particularly linemen -- are getting bigger and bigger," said Arthur "Archie" Roberts, M.D., who will present data that was gathered by the Living Heart Foundation (LHF), which he founded. A former professional football player and retired heart surgeon, Dr. Roberts started the foundation to publicize the importance of cardiovascular health. "When I played football in the 1960s, the average lineman weighed 260 to 270 pounds. Now linemen often weigh more than 300 pounds, and many weigh 350."

Another 60 retired NFL players -- most of whom have come to attend Super Bowl XLI -- will be tested Thursday and Friday at Baptist Cardiac & Vascular Institute in Miami, and at the offices of the South Beach Preventive Cardiology Group in Miami Beach. Data collected will be added to that from the more than 900 total retired NFL players that Dr. Roberts' team has screened to date. The three-hour screening includes health education and more than a dozen tests, such as heart monitoring, blood pressure measurements and blood tests, to determine the retired player's risk of cardiovascular disease. New to this screening is the calcium scoring test, which uses computed tomography (CT) to look for calcium buildup inside the arteries, a sign of cardiovascular disease. Baptist Cardiac & Vascular Institute will be the first to perform this test for the Foundation. About 40 additional players will be scanned at the Institute throughout 2007.

Of the data analyzed by the Foundation on 550 players:

-- More than half of retired NFL linemen (52.5 percent) have metabolic
syndrome, compared to about one in five (22.2 percent) retired football
players who played other positions, and the overall population (21.8
percent). Linemen also had a higher rate of diabetes, thicker heart
walls and a greater rate of obesity and high blood pressure.

-- Retired NFL linemen are 54 percent more likely to have enlarged hearts
than non-linemen retired NFL players: 36.9 percent of linemen had
enlarged hearts compared to 24.5 percent of non-linemen. In this
assessment, the definition of an enlarged heart is a left ventricular
mass of more than 125g/meter squared. Athletes typically have enlarged
hearts due to intense conditioning, but it is thought their hearts
return to normal size after their playing days are over. This new
research suggests otherwise. An enlarged heart may persist and be a
risk factor for cardiovascular disease.

-- Obstructive sleep apnea occurs in three of four retired linemen
(75 percent), half of all retired football players (50 percent), and
only 7 to 10 percent of the overall population. Those who suffer from
sleep apnea awaken often during the night and get less oxygen to the
blood than is required. This puts them at greater risk for mental
confusion, stroke, heart attack, daytime drowsiness and high blood
pressure.

The Living Heart Foundation study is the first scientifically rigorous study of cardiovascular risk in retired football players. The average age of retired players studied is 52.

Dr. Roberts established the Foundation to educate people on the significance of cardiovascular disease, to perform screenings and to develop lifestyle programs to combat the disease. He was a practice and backup quarterback in the NFL for three years from 1965 to 1967, including two years with the Cleveland Browns and one year with the Miami Dolphins, while attending medical school.

In addition to their large body size, linemen face other challenges that put them at increased risk of cardiovascular disease. Often injured, they develop arthritis and persistent joint problems, which make exercise increasingly challenging, if not impossible. As they age, football players can't exercise easily because their old injuries bother them more, said Dr. Roberts. They're also used to eating large amounts of food, a habit that is difficult to break after they retire, he said.

Dr. Roberts has learned that weight management following football is very important; players who were large and lost weight tended to do better, from a health perspective, than those who were not so large while playing but then put on weight.

"Highlighting that some football players are at higher risk for cardiovascular disease is a great way to bring attention to an important health topic," said Barry Katzen, M.D., founder and medical director of Baptist Cardiac & Vascular Institute.

"And football players aren't unique. Cardiovascular disease is the country's number one killer, and some 50 million Americans have metabolic syndrome, which increases their risk of heart disease. Anyone who has health issues such as excess abdominal fat and high blood pressure needs to be aware that they are at risk for heart
disease and should consult a doctor about lifestyle changes and treatments, many of which are minimally invasive."

Considered the premier meeting on endovascular therapy, ISET is attended by more than 1,200 physicians, scientists and industry professionals from around the world. The meeting pioneered the use of live cases to promote the multidisciplinary treatment of vascular disease. ISET is presented by the Baptist Cardiac & Vascular Institute, Miami.

The Living Heart Foundation (Little Silver, N.J) is a nonprofit organization established in 2001 to combat cardiovascular disease and provide risk stratification for cardiac, pulmonary, and metabolic conditions through on-site screening and integrated health programs.

SOURCE International Symposium on Endovascular Therapy

Glory can be costly

Some of the '85 Bears look fit enough to suit up again. Others are hurting and battling for disability benefits.

By Melissa Isaacson
Tribune staff reporter

January 27, 2007, 9:25 PM CST

The snow had just begun to flutter over Soldier Field when Wilber Marshall scooped up a fumble—forced by Richard Dent's sack—and galloped toward the end zone for the exclamation mark on a 24-0 Bears triumph over the Los Angeles Rams in the 1985 NFC championship game.

It is a scene frozen in the minds and hearts of many Bears fans, a picture of a gifted team in its prime, the portrait of an exceptionally conditioned athlete in all his glory.

Marshall, then a 23-year-old, 6-foot-1-inch, 228-pound linebacker, may not have been the most valuable Bears player that Super Bowl season, but he was a striking physical specimen of unquestioned ability. To say time has been unkind to that body is telling only part of the story, but it is the logical start.

Ask Marshall how old he feels today and the 44-year-old does not hesitate.

"A hundred," he says.

Retired in 1995 after playing on two Super Bowl winners and playing 12 NFL seasons with the Bears, Washington Redskins, Houston Oilers, Arizona Cardinals and New York Jets, Marshall lives in Virginia, on permanent disability from the NFL.

He has had both knees and a shoulder replaced, has a degenerative disc in his neck, nerve impairments in both arms and chronic pain from ankles broken four times. He will need knee-replacement surgery again someday as well as surgery on both hips and shoulders. And that's just for starters.

"Besides that," Marshall says quietly, "is the stress that goes along with it because there's nothing you can do and the NFL doesn't take care of its players."

Marshall is like many of his contemporaries waging battles with the NFL and the players union over disability benefits. He was a highly paid player of his generation, leaving the Bears after the '87 season for a five-year, $6 million offer to play for Washington. (The Bears declined to match it but received the Redskins' first-round draft picks in 1988 and '89 as compensation.) Now Marshall says the biggest luxury money affords him is the ability to pay for legal expenses.

Marshall, an intensely private man who declined to be photographed for this story, is very careful about what he puts in his body, he says. The pain is "bad" but would be worse if not for "a medicine case any druggie would love." He walks with a limp and weighs 270 pounds, in large part, he says, because his injuries make it hard to work out.

"If I even tried, they'd say you're trying to do this exercise, so you're not disabled," he says.

He did not attend the 20th reunion of the Bears' Super Bowl season two years ago, he says, because of a financial dispute with the team, since settled. If he had been in the team picture that day, he would have been standing among a group of middle-aged men who, generally speaking, look as healthy and robust as Bears fans would like to remember them.

"I think I can still give you one good rush," Hall of Fame finalist Dent says today.

Some in great shape

Quarterback Jim McMahon, who has been studying martial arts for the last several years, walks the golf course with ease and has said he is in the best shape of his life at 47. Offensive linemen like Tom Thayer and Jay Hilgenberg have slimmed down dramatically from their playing weights, looking more like pro volleyball players than ex-linemen.

Walter Payton died of liver disease at 45 in '99 and Todd Bell of a heart attack at age 43 in '05. But Payton's close friend and fellow running back Matt Suhey says Payton was still physically fit and only "a couple of pounds" overweight before he became ill. Bell, a former safety who missed the Super Bowl season over a contract holdout, looked like he still could deliver a blow across the middle before his sudden death.

Suhey shrugs off "a few aches and pains" and says he only needs to work out a little more. Otis Wilson and Gary Fencik still look as if they just stepped out of GQ. So does Shaun Gayle, as does Dan Hampton if he's standing still. Often, looks deceive.

Hampton, as fiercely proud as he was inordinately tough, admits he was initially hesitant to be interviewed.

"I didn't want us painted as a bunch of guys in wheelchairs," he says.

Simply put, he knew the risks, he says.

"Much like an 18-year-old coal miner who knows the black lung is there and that it's just a matter of time how much he puts up with and how much he walks away with, the game of football is fraught with injuries," Hampton says. "It is designed to basically beat the other player down. You know that going in. To say I expected to be in better shape is ludicrous. This is the card I've been dealt."

That card includes 14 surgeries on both knees to "clean out cartilage and sheer bones." He has bone chips in his wrists, elbows and shoulders. He has fingers that are gnarled badly from his playing days—one from a dislocation and later two infections, which he played through, shrugging off necessary surgery.

"Dan's fingers are absolutely mangled," former defensive linemate Steve McMichael says. "You ever see him on TV? He shouldn't talk with his hands."

McMichael, 49, the once-unshakable tackle who played 191 consecutive games, has so many lingering physical issues it's almost hard for him to remember them all.

He says his neck is the worst, a problem between his fourth and fifth vertebrae that eventually will require spinal fusion. Both knees need "cleaning out" and almost certainly eventual replacement. Both of his big toes "veer outward" from torn ligaments.

Like Hampton's, McMichael's hands are bad.

"They call them gamekeeper's thumbs (the thumbs are pushed out sideways, away from the index fingers, tearing ligaments), caused by pushing your hands off blockers," McMichael says. "Both ligaments down by my thumbs just go. It kills me to shake hands. But everyone has to shake Mongo's hand—and hard—so I just grit my teeth in public. I'm still proud of how I can handle the pain."

Painkillers?

"The stories about Dan and me drinking are legendary," McMichael says. "What did people think that was about? But to become a great athlete, you have to become regimented and you can even do that in drinking."

Big-bang theory

The cumulative clobbering that NFL players take over their typically brief football careers is almost unimaginable. Researchers estimate that collisions in the sport involve forces up to 100 times the pull of gravity.

"A 100-g impact is analogous to a car crashing into a brick wall at 25 m.p.h., and the test dummies impacting the windshield with 100 g's of force," said Kevin Guskiewicz, research director of the Center for the Study of Retired Athletes at the University of North Carolina. "Imagine getting hit like that maybe four or five times a week."

Guskiewicz's study of more than 2,800 football retirees found 42 percent between the ages of 45 and 64 had arthritis, compared with 29 percent nationally. More alarming, one-third of NFL retirees younger than 44 already had arthritis.

Yet many players remain in great shape. Six of 10 former NFL players said they still work out for about an hour four times a week—many times more than the national average. The worst off tend to be former linemen. About half of the defensive linemen Guskiewicz studies have arthritis, compared with just 31 percent of former defensive backs.

Gayle, a former safety, broke both legs, fractured his neck and had seven surgeries over the course of his career, including spinal fusion. He has a steel rod from one knee to his ankle that will require further surgery and has been told he most likely will need a shoulder and hip replacement.

For the shoulder injury, Gayle was granted "line-of-duty" benefits but then had them rescinded, and he has a slightly different stance than Hampton when it comes to knowing what was at risk.

"Anyone who aspires to play professional football, they don't really consider, I don't think, the outcome of where your body will end up," he said. "You don't think of it to extremes. When you're in high school or college, you may think about injury, but you don't think injury will end your career or possibly change life to the point where you have to reconsider what you're doing."

Part of the extremes, says Gayle, 44, is the fight ex-players like he and Marshall still are waging against the union and the NFL.

The line-of-duty disability benefits include the stipulation that "they can call you at any time to give you a physical and see if your condition has improved," Gayle says. "And they do that at the first opportunity."

Sent to an "independent doctor appointed by the NFL office," Gayle says he was put off immediately during his evaluation when he noticed the doctor had a folder that listed his disability payments. Though Gayle had a different doctor tell him his shoulder had gotten worse and that he needed it replaced, the NFL-appointed physician said it was "improved and they cut off my benefits."

"This is the union I've paid dues to happily for years," Gayle says, "and then when I need them, they wouldn't even return my calls."

The Wall Street Journal reported in a story in December of '05 that only 90 of the more than 7,000 former pro players covered by the NFL disability plan receive football disability benefits.

McMichael was told at 40 that, despite his neck injury, he did not qualify for benefits because of his radio job.

"Any guy that's up for disability in my mind is someone who can't do physical labor anymore," he says. "That's the job description of football, and if you can't do that, they owe you disability."

Taking union to task

Keith Van Horne feels just as strongly about what he describes as the gross mismanagement of the players' union.

At 49, the former offensive tackle describes his current condition when he says: "Most of my shoulders are gone. They were operated on twice each while I was playing, but both rotator cuffs and labrums are torn and I can use surgery on both of them. My sixth and seventh vertebrae in my neck are laying on top of each other, there's nothing between them, so I might have to get some [spinal] fusion. My back and compression fractures, that stuff is going to kick in later."

Van Horne, a partner in the California Restaurant Group, played 13 years in the NFL and at 55 is set to receive less than $3,000 per month with no medical benefits. Though a tenured NFL assistant coach receives health insurance for life, NFL players are cut off a year after they stop playing.

"Upshaw is the guy who pleaded with us to go out on strike twice," Van Horne says. "I played with torn labrums and cracked sockets. Now you have a torn labrum, you're on IR. We put our career on the line because this was something we were passionate about, and now that we're done, where's the reciprocal payback?"

League spokesman Greg Aiello told the San Francisco Chronicle retired players receive approximately $60 million a year in benefits from the retirement plan and there have been improvements over the years. The attorney for the players' union did not return calls Friday.

Van Horne says what really concerns him is, "You might be doing this story a little early. Once we get guys into their 50s, you're going to see some really serious stuff."

Hilgenberg says that after his second year in the league, he quit playing in the NFL alumni golf tournament "just because it was scary seeing how many of the guys were handicapped and stuff."

McMichael tells a story of "how karma comes back to you" as he recalls the days when former Bears defensive end Ed O'Bradovich, a member of the '63 NFL championship team, used to come watch the '85 team practice.

"His neck was so stiff," McMichael says, "we'd walk up behind him just to see him turn around. He'd have to turn his whole head. And we'd laugh, that's how mean we are. Now, someone comes behind me and says, 'Hey, Mongo,' and I have to turn my whole body all the way around."

But what characterizes the '85 team, just as it did then, is a widespread sense of bravado. Where it once served to push them onto the playing field when they often had no business being there, it now describes an attitude toward the pain and lingering injury.

Asked how he is feeling now, for example, Hilgenberg, 47—who had a heart attack in 1994—says in all seriousness, "I'm fine. I have limited motion in my right elbow, I broke my hand and have a finger that's messed up, a [recurring] pinched nerve in my neck and I have half a collarbone. But I feel like I won the game. I go out and play golf every day."

Dent is equally pragmatic.

"Father Time is still undefeated," he says, "and it's something we have to deal with."

The only physical "issue" outside of a knee injury that Dent describes as ongoing is a toe injury he suffered on an interception return for a touchdown that, ironically, was called back because of a penalty.

"Just as I crossed the goal line, I was shoved and my big toe popped out," Dent recalls. "I had to numb that thing for eight weeks, then I come to realize the play didn't count. As of today, I'm still dealing with that pain.

"Otherwise I've been blessed waking up," he says, "because aches and pains don't really exist."

Just lucky?

As for how he escaped the same physical fate as fellow end Hampton and McMichael, Dent said he's not sure.

"I take my hat off to those guys and what they had to work through and why they had to work through it," he says. "Some people have pain and some people are injured and they were on the cusp of both."

Dent, like others, didn't practice because of the toe in the latter years of his career. He also worked out with a trainer, he says, who focused on circulation.

"The more you can keep your body circulated, the fewer injuries you have," he says.

Fencik, 52, who will need an artificial knee eventually, says, "People over 50, that's what happens. I had an ankle reconstructed and have never had any problems. Knock on wood, but I don't have any back problems. My biggest issue is tennis elbow. But look at guys like Thayer and [Jim] Covert. You have to work out. This isn't a free lunch."

Fencik credits then-trainer Fred Caito, and he and Hilgenberg and others praise former strength coach Clyde Emrich with having the rare foresight to not overtrain players. Emrich, still on the Bears' staff, says he was all about weightlifting and not bodybuilding, that he encouraged players to listen to their bodies and only do as much in the weight room as they felt comfortable with.

Improved medical techniques, smarter training regimens that limit hitting during regular-season practice sessions, better nutrition and athletes who are more knowledgeable about their bodies in general theoretically should reduce the risk of debilitating injuries in the future.

But broach the subject with today's Bears and it becomes immediately clear that the mind-set has not changed all that much.

"I don't think about it," defensive end Alex Brown, 27, says of how he will feel in 20 years. "I probably should, but I don't. Maybe from a money standpoint, probably. You don't want to be broke. You want to make sure you save your money and do the things you need to do.

"But as far as health, yeah, I want to walk in 20 years. I don't want my heart to stop. But I don't do anything. I work out hard, I play hard, and that's it."

Ruben Brown, 34, laughs at the subject of arthritis.

"I got it now. I'm not worried about that," he says. "If I was, I wouldn't play football. Those are the sacrifices we have to make to play. I love the game, and I'll be able to handle it."

Brown says the topic may be a generalization because "I know a lot of old guys who are doing great. … It depends on the guy and how you took care of yourself."

Hilgenberg remembers feeling the same way.

"You start thinking you're old when you hit 30, 32," he says, laughing. "It's tough to even imagine 50. What's funny about it is it comes in the blink of an eye."

Marshall, the father of two girls, 15 and 17, says he hopes his battles with the league and union will help future players. His case currently is before the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals.

"I'll keep fighting until the end because I have the funds to fight," he says. "The next time someone goes to court, I hope they can pull up 'Marshall v. the NFL.'"

In the meantime, he says, "I still try to do something. I can't shut down. I still have to live. I have businesses that I can't be physically involved in, but I can put my mind to work."

Worth the cost?

Was winning a Super Bowl worth all this? Walk through the Bears' locker room and players will tell you a victory over the Colts next Sunday will be worth almost anything.

"Everybody wants that ring, it's why you play," Marshall says. "But at the same time to diminish your health when it's over? I don't know."

Hampton and McMichael do know.

"You better believe that made it all worth it," McMichael says. "Winning that damn game made everything worth it."

"Yeah," Hampton says, "we're not running 6Ks and I can't chase my little guy around, but I do what I gotta do. We're never going to be the way we were, but again, we knew it going in. Payton, Suhey, [Mark] Bortz, Hilgenberg, the 30-player core that was the Chicago Bears, that won more games in five years than any team in history, we played by a code. We sucked it up. Twenty years later we're all tickled to death this bunch is going and we don't need anyone to say, 'Oh, those poor guys,' about us.

"I know people who swing a hammer all day and fall off a house. Those guys didn't necessarily make that decision to do that. I hate to say my injuries are self-inflicted, but it was the price I was willing to pay, and I'm glad I paid it."

Copyright © 2007, Chicago Tribune

Head trauma studied in suicide

Waters was a 12-year NFL veteran.

by Ned Barnett, Staff Writer
Charlotte Observer
January 28, 2007

In the NFL, Andre Waters played as if he had something to prove, but the effects of his reckless, head-first tackling style may prove something he never wanted to show -- a link between head trauma and depression later in life.

Waters, a 12-year National Football League veteran who later spent four years in Raleigh as an assistant coach at St. Augustine's College, committed suicide in November at age 44. Doctors and sports medicine experts are exploring whether repeated head blows damaged his brain and led to depression that cost him his life.

On the eve of professional football's grandest event -- the Super Bowl -- the case of the former Philadelphia Eagles strong safety is prompting a harder look at the cost of playing a violent game. The New York Times focused on Waters' medical condition in a recent front-page report. Widespread media attention and debate have followed.

Some of the scrutiny comes from scientists at work not far from where Waters coached. The Center for the Study of Retired Athletes at UNC-Chapel Hill is watching the Waters case for what it might show about mild brain trauma and dementia and depression later in life.

Kevin Guskiewicz, director of the center and a member of UNC's department of exercise and sport science, said Waters' case might join the well-documented cases of two former Pittsburgh Steelers offensive linemen, Terry Long and Mike Webster. Both suffered mental impairment tied to head trauma during their playing days.

Webster was diagnosed with brain injuries and was occasionally homeless before dying of heart failure in 2002. Long, an All-American at East Carolina University, died in 2005.

"The fact is that [brain injury] has been found in these two others. We'll see if [Waters' case] makes it three," Guskiewicz said. "If it does, the [NFL] needs to look into it. They can't ignore these findings."

The center plans to publish a paper in June exploring links between mild head trauma and higher rates of depression among retired NFL players. It is based on a medical survey of more than 2,800 former players.

Proving a link wouldn't mean football is too dangerous to play, Guskiewicz said. His three sons all play youth football, but he would not want them to continue after multiple concussions.

"I want to encourage an awareness that once [a player] has had two concussions, you may want to sit that kid down and say, 'We might want to think about going out and hitting a tennis ball,' " he said.

NFL spokesman Greg Aiello said in a statement, "The subject of concussions is complex. We are devoting substantial resources to independent medical research of current and retired players, strict enforcement of enhanced player safety rules, development and testing of better equipment, and comprehensive medical management of this injury."

NFL's mentality

In the NFL, the risks are compounded by financial circumstances. Unlike professional basketball and baseball players, most NFL players lack the job security of guaranteed multiyear contracts. Players other than stars must earn their job every year, even week to week. The pressure encourages players to take risks and play despite injuries.

Guskiewicz and the doctor who analyzed samples of Waters' brain think the NFL has been too slow to investigate a link between repeated concussions and dementia and depression.

Dr. Bennet Omalu, a neuropathologist and associate medical examiner with the Allegheny County Coroner's Office in Pittsburgh, examined Waters' brain tissue. He found a buildup of abnormal proteins similar to what he would expect in an 85-year-old man in the early stages of Alzheimer's disease.

Omalu, who also examined the brains of Webster and Long and published papers on the two cases, said the NFL has taken "a tobacco industry mentality" by denying the risk to the brain inherent in football.

"If it wasn't a dangerous game, they wouldn't be wearing helmets," he said.

Omalu said the league should pay for an independent review of retired players who have suffered mental impairment and depression. He said the NFL might fear documenting a connection between mild brain trauma and dementia, but it might also help find a solution.

"If we can identify the pathological basis of this disease, we may be able to impede the accumulation of these proteins, even clear them," he said. "Rather than approach it pessimistically, there is a chance of an optimistic solution."

Getting brain samples

Omalu became involved in Waters' case at the request of Chris Nowinski, a former Harvard football player and professional wrestler who suffered multiple concussions. Nowinski is the author of a book published last year, "Head Games: Football's Concussion Crisis from the NFL to Youth Leagues."

Nowinski persuaded Waters' family in Florida to ask the Hillsborough County medical examiner to send the brain samples to Omalu.

Waters' suicide with a small-caliber handgun in Tampa on Nov. 20 shocked those who knew him in Raleigh. Though some noted his "mood swings" and a growing restlessness, he was seen as a devoted single father committed to working in football. He left no suicide note.

St. Augustine's football coach, Michael Costa, was Waters' secondary coach when Waters played at Cheyney State in Pennsylvania. Though he played at a small school and was not drafted, Waters made the Philadelphia Eagles. Costa said that path accounted for his fierceness on the field.

"When you sign up as a free agent, every time you step on out the field you're out to prove something," Costa said. "He wanted to prove he could play with those guys, and he did."

Waters' aggressive tackling, including his willingness to lead with his helmet, drew him the nickname "Dirty Waters." It also caused him concussions.

"I think I lost count at 15," he said in a 1994 newspaper interview, according to The New York Times.

In 2002, Waters said in an interview posted on the Eagles Web site, "Playing strong safety in the NFL, it's either kill or be killed. Ever since I was in high school, I was taught to tackle one way, so I did what I was taught. But I never tried to intentionally hurt anyone."

'A lot of mood swings'

Bill Thomas, director of teen programs for the Raleigh Boys Club, grew up in Philadelphia and knew Waters as a friend of his father, a Philadelphia homicide detective.

Thomas reunited with Waters in Raleigh when the former Eagle brought his son and daughter to the Boys and Girls Clubs when they visited for the summer. When Thomas helped start a football league for troubled youths known as the Carolina Football Development League, Waters contributed $5,000 for equipment. In his honor, the league's Raleigh team is known as the Eagles.

Thomas said he admired Waters' interest in young people, but he said Waters could be erratic.

"There were times when he was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," Thomas said. "He'd be crazy one moment, then the next one he was laughing. ... I did see a lot of mood swings."

Daryl Thomas (no relation to Bill) is executive director and founder of the Carolina Football Development League. He noted Waters' attachment to his son in Georgia and a daughter in Florida.

"I could tell you that he loved his kids dearly," Thomas said of Waters.

Thomas also knew that Waters took a battering in the NFL. Thomas, a fullback at Millersville University in Pennsylvania, once asked Waters about a Millersville teammate who played in the NFL, Robb Riddick. Waters said he once hit Riddick so hard he knocked himself out.

"Back in those days, that's how players were coached," Thomas said. "A lot of coaches promoted leading with your head."

Costa said changes in technique might have reduced the head impacts Waters experienced. He said St. Aug's players have had only one concussion in his five years there.

"A lot of measures have been taken to control it," he said. "There's no spearing and leading with the head. At the pro level, they're quicker to throw a flag. There's more shoulder tackling. The head should be eliminated. It's more about teaching, and I think there is a lot teaching going on."

There is also a lot of learning about trauma to the head. Bill Thomas is grateful that an explanation might be emerging for why Waters took his life.

"I'm glad someone took the time to see if concussions played a part," he said. "As his kids grow up, it may soothe their pain. They'll be able to say, 'My daddy was sick because of football. He didn't leave us because he didn't love us.' "

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Walls, Springs are now teammates forever

By Greg Garber
ESPN.com

PLANO, Texas -- His sinewy hands, once lithe and alive, are gnarled and balled involuntarily into fists.

Ron Springs, once one of the best pure athletes on a series of vintage Dallas Cowboys teams, sits in a wheelchair in an oak-paneled room and wrestles with the challenge that sits in his lap:

A bowl of cherries, delivered by his wife Adriane.

With great concentration -- the muscles of his jaw tighten with the effort -- he forces his fingers to open just enough to scoop a cherry into his hand. Slowly, he lifts the hand to his mouth. Ladles it, really. He closes his eyes, savors the fruit and chews deliberately. He exhales, then spits out the pit. There are about 30 more cherries left in the bowl.

No, Springs' life is not a bowl of cherries, but he will tell you it's better than the alternative. Ravaged by type 2 diabetes at the age of 50 -- he has already lost his right foot and much of his incessant energy -- Springs is waiting for a miracle.

This miracle has a name: Everson Walls. They played together for four seasons with the Cowboys (1981-84) and soon they will be linked by a fist-sized organ. Sometime in March, Walls will give Springs one of his kidneys.

"I don't see him as a hero," Springs said. "Heroes are somebody that just did something to get notoriety. He is not doing it for that. He is a dear friend, and he loves me and believes in me and wants to see me have a better quality of life."

This, in the hurly-burly world of professional football, constitutes an unlikely love story.

"We already know we love each other," Walls said. "I have never told Ron I love him. He has never told me he loved me. He didn't have to."

Springs and Walls never played in a Super Bowl with the Cowboys. But while the NFL celebrates itself next week in Miami, they have experienced the joyous feeling of climbing the mountain. At the end of the 1990 season, Walls played in the ultimate game with the New York Giants. Naturally, Springs and his family were there in Tampa to celebrate the victory with him.

It was a cathartic moment for them both. In January 1981, when the San Francisco 49ers' Dwight Clark soared across the cover of Sports Illustrated to make The Catch, it was an earthbound Walls, beaten, who trailed in his wake. A decade later, though, Walls was featured on another SI cover, this time arms spread and exulting after Scott Norwood's missed field goal gave the Giants a 20-19 victory over the Buffalo Bills.

That 180-degree swing frames the complicated relationship between Springs and Walls. Agony and ecstasy. Yin and yang.

There is an unmistakable, unshakable connection between these two former Cowboys. It can be seen in the rough trade of locker-room sparring. Walls finds it amusing that a part of him will forever be, so to speak, under Springs' skin.

"He hates that," Walls said, laughing. "He is like, 'Of all people, Walls giving me a piece of him.' All the arguments we've been through. We don't think alike. We don't have the same habits.

"He will never live this down."

That, of course, is the whole point.

"That's right," Walls said, growing serious. "I will always be there. Even if I am not around, he will always know that I was the one. Double-edged sword.

"Life," he said, laughing again, "is a double-edged sword."

Said Springs: "It's a big deal. You've got to understand now, this man is giving me something to make my life better. I would tell everybody in America, be a donor. The ultimate donor was Jesus Christ -- he gave his whole life for us.

"This is a big deal, even though we as friends, we don't see it that way."

The Odd Couple

Before Jerry Jones and Bill Parcells and Terrell Owens, there was a single face of the Dallas Cowboys. Head coach Tom Landry was coming off his second Super Bowl victory when the team drafted Springs, a running back from Ohio State, with their third pick in the fifth round of the 1979 draft. Two years later, they signed Walls, a Grambling cornerback who was born in Dallas.

This was a team dominated by veterans -- Tony Dorsett, Randy White, Drew Pearson, Ed "Too Tall" Jones -- but Springs, who grew up around black college football, reached out to Walls.

"He would come up to the practice field and just jog," Springs remembered. "He wouldn't lift weights, he wouldn't run, he wouldn't do anything. So I was skeptical. I made him feel at home. He would come over and have dinner and we would talk."

They would debate the merits of "The" Ohio State University versus tiny Grambling, Woody Hayes versus Eddie Robinson, offense versus defense. They became friends, and their families would grow close, too. Even after they left the Cowboys -- Springs joined the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in 1985 and Walls became a Giant in 1990 -- they took vacations together. Each is a godfather to one of the other's children.

Springs played eight NFL seasons, and they were marked by his versatility; he ran 694 times for 2,519 yards, caught 249 passes for 2,259 yards and scored a total of 38 touchdowns. Walls, meanwhile, made the Pro Bowl as a rookie in 1981 and in four of his first five seasons with the Cowboys. In 13 seasons, he intercepted 57 passes, 10th on the all-time list when he retired after the 1993 season.

Retired in Cleveland, Springs nevertheless stayed active. He played softball and basketball four or five days a week, but one day he found himself abnormally thirsty. A doctor told him that, at the age of 34, he was a borderline diabetic.

In January 2004, a staph infection, which sent a fever raging through his body, left him with a difficult choice.

"I could risk this infection moving around from my foot, to my heart valves, my shoulder, or take my foot off, do the antibiotics and it would heal faster," Springs said. "I decided they could have my foot, because where I'm going, I don't need a foot."

For an athlete who lived on and by his feet, it was a crushing decision. Doctors took his right foot just above the ankle, along with three toes on his left foot. It was, Walls said, the only time Springs was really, truly down.

"He was depressed and upset," Walls said, "and that's just something that really no one could help him with."

"It's tough to see my boy like that," said Hall of Fame running back Tony Dorsett, perhaps Springs' closest friend. "Wow, man, I've cried on several occasions for Ron. I know it's got to be tough for him not to be able to do [things] for himself anymore. When you've conquered the world, so to speak, and you can't do anything for yourself. I don't like seeing him like that, I really don't."

With his kidneys failing (they are about 30 percent functional), Springs turned to dialysis to keep his body free of toxins. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning, before the day dawns, he makes the short drive to Collin County Dialysis Center. For more than four hours, Springs sees his life pass before him in those plastic tubes.

It is an exhausting process, and sometimes he takes a nap when he gets home. Last year, Walls took him to several of those sessions. It was, he said, a sobering experience.

"I saw the people that were in there," Walls said. "One guy was there for one month, and the guy is coming in there and he's somewhat ailing but he's doing OK and, all of a sudden, he's not there anymore.

"You just don't want that type of situation to happen to your friend."

A Perfect Match

When Springs was placed on the national transplant waiting list, he was told it might take four years to get a kidney. The alternative? Produce a viable kidney from family or friends.

Springs' son Shawn, a cornerback for the Washington Redskins, volunteered. But given the physical dangers of the NFL, Ron didn't want him to jeopardize his own health.

"He doesn't accept my sickness the way my daughters do," Ron said. "It bothers him too much to come around a lot. Seeing your father not as strong as he was -- growing up, we competed at everything, running, jumping, basketball, football -- it bothers him."

A niece proved to be a match, but she got pregnant. A nephew matched too, but doctors said he wasn't strong enough to live with one kidney. Springs and Walls were working out one day at the gym and, almost offhandedly, Walls said he'd do it.

"We had the same blood type and I knew what was doable and what wasn't doable," Walls said. "I said, 'OK, I'll get myself checked out.' It was dire straits, and all of a sudden I go from a last option to the first option."

Said Springs: "I never put pressure on him to do it. I never asked him anything. The only time I ever questioned him was when he was going to do the psychology test. I said he might be crazy, so I told him about reading everything on the test, because if you don't answer the things correctly they're not going to accept you."

In December, after a series of tests, it was determined that Walls and Springs were a match. Neither one was terribly surprised. Relieved was more like it. The transplant is scheduled for March and, if things go well, the quality of Springs' life will improve dramatically.

"When you get a new kidney, it is just like getting a new battery in life," Springs said. "You are back strong again. You are energetic. I am ready to start lifting weights and swimming and doing what I'm used to doing."

"This is like a life-and-death situation, because we all know that eventually if Ron does not get a kidney, what the ultimate outcome could possibly be," Dorsett said. "You are giving a part of yourself up to help somebody else, to help someone live a more productive life. That's pretty heroic."

He's planning a long-overdue vacation, maybe a cruise to Greece, remaking his wedding vows and working to increase awareness of diabetes and kidney disease. Publicly, anyway, Walls is more cautious about the future.

"People think this is a so-called feel-good story or whatever," Walls said. "That's all great, but this doesn't mean that Ron is in the clear, everything is going to be fine. This is still going to be a major challenge for him.

"I don't want the public to all of a sudden stop thinking about Ron Springs and his plight. They are going to have to keep him in their prayers way after the kidney has been donated."

Walls, stoic, almost dour through this turn in the conversation, pauses and smiles. A little too heavy there, perhaps.

"He loves the attention he's getting now," Springs needles later. "He's considered the savior, the black knight. He's eating it up."

There was, Springs said, a growing concern in the back of his mind after the match was confirmed.

"I felt elated," Springs said, smiling. "And then I started thinking about his habits of eating chips and dip. He loves margaritas, and I don't drink.

"If I have to resort to that to get a kidney, I guess I'll eat chips and dip."

Greg Garber is a senior writer at ESPN.com.

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