Boneheaded play by someone in my beer league last night (blindly cut me off as I was looping around our net and stood his ground) left me woozy and I immediately left the game solely due to knowing about “dark room protocol” from watching the NHL. No screens, no lights, no sound, got home quickly and went to bed.
I’m freaking out a bit this morning though... when I first moved to Ontario I ended up getting beat down in an altercation in Toronto, ending with a broken jaw. Battled post concussion syndrome for 2 years, and thought it was never going to end. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
I’m happy to see people discuss it more, as spreading knowledge about concussions can at least help those recover better than people historically would have. Obviously prevention is huge, but it isn’t a completely avoidable issue.
I share Johnny B’s opinion that I even struggle to watch contact sports now. My life dream has always been to coach youth hockey. I love the game and want to be a part of it for the rest of my life. But I feel sick to my stomach every time someone takes a hard hit now. It all comes rushing back, and I almost get sympathy concussion pains... I know for a fact I couldn’t stomach coaching midget hockey now, I’ll have to stick with the tykes.
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