Football and Brain Health
I grew up in a football family. Some of my earliest memories are watching NFL games on TV with my dad. As soon as I was old enough, I suited up and learned to deliver hits of my own in peewee football.
As a diminutive linebacker, I grew to enjoy the pain of delivering and taking punishing tackles. I wanted to be like my NFL football heroes. And I wanted to impress my dad with my toughness.
Football gave me an identity as a child and it helped connect me with my father as an adult. Growing up in the 1980s and early ’90s, I watched with awe as Joe Montana threw touchdown passes to Jerry Rice and dominated the gridiron of the day. I bonded with my dad over these heroics. Decades later, Dad and I still enjoy catching up about football in our regular phone calls.