Can
you both dislike a player and not wish him ill?
That’s basically how I feel about Derrick Rose, someone who got a free
pass when it comes to academics (Google the rumors in re high school and
college) only to be dealt the injury card a third time this week at the age of
26. There’s luck and what Derrick Rose
has.
It’s
impossible to tell how good Rose will be after surgery to repair the meniscus
in his right knee. He may yet, though I
doubt it, justify the $94.3 million contract he signed with the Bulls in
2011. Injuries happen all the time in
pro sports. Consider the career of Greg
Bollo.
A
6’ 4” right hander out of Western Michigan, Bollo signed with the White Sox in
1964 and made the team at the age of 21 a year later. He pitched a total of 29.2 innings in
1965-1966, and then vanished. Bollo’s
major-league career was over before he could celebrate his 23rd
birthday. I always wondered why, if for
no other reason I liked the name “Bollo,” which struck me as a little like “Bukowski.”
Around
the time Greg Bollo turned 70 I found out what happened while reading an online
CNN Money story on Tommy John and Frank Jobe, the surgeon who saved his
career. According to John, “We had a kid
when I was with the White Sox named Greg Bollo who could really throw the
ball. But after he had [bone] chips
taken out in 1966, he was never able to come back. There were a lot of guys like that. It was a real shame.” (“Surgeon Should Make
Cooperstown ‘Cut,’” Chris Isidore, CNN Money, 7-27-07)
Elbow,
knee, shoulder, back—the body will betray an athlete a hundred different
ways. The lucky player will have a big
contract that provides protection. But
with or without a boatload of money, the career is over, and life goes on.
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