After five years of high school football, four years of college, 11 years in the CFL and over 25 years of pumping iron, crushing heavy weights and doing things to my body, that in hindsight, couldn't possibly have been good for me the joint in my left shoulder has finally given up.
Sandy Annunziata in hospital.And why wouldn't it. Like any high performance lever governed by the laws of mechanical physics, it too comes with a shelf life. Having far exceeded the maximum number of useable reps associated with ball and socket joints, I suppose I should be grateful. But admittedly, my joy in having it last as long as it did despite the prolonged abuse it endured has been replaced instead by genuine concern. Is this the start of my slow decline? Is this the beginning of a lifetime of 'procedures' brought on by a career involving violent, high speed collisions?
There are no coincidences when it comes to injuries. All acute trauma, and eventual chronic, can be traced back to a cause and effect relationship. Having already had my left knee reconstructed and now my left shoulder, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why the important joints on the left side of my body have fallen victim to premature failure.
For right guards, the shortest distance to the quarterback will always pass through their inside gap. A heavy inside step with a heavy left arm punch are pre-requisites for success. In other words, for over a decade the only thing preventing the violent assault of defenseless quarterbacks by blitzing defensive lineman was the collective left side of my body.Read More »from Old, worn and broken down – and I wouldn’t change a thing