Mad Money
Sam Bradford is a lucky man.
As if it wasn’t enough for him to be a young, baby-faced, number one overall draft pick, the former Oklahoma quarterback just signed a record contract with the St. Louis Rams for six years, and a guaranteed $50 million.
Fifty million dollars. I can’t even afford to get rid of my 1997 Mercury so I can’t imagine what I would do with $50 million. Probably, at least, get some new shoes.
I will be the first to say that football is the finest form of entertainment and that the players deserve to be paid exceptionally well, but I also don’t think it would be so wrong for the NFL to compensate some of the league’s former players who were paid next to nothing, didn’t have sophisticated padding, have little as far as retirement goes, are stuck with Medicare for insurance and many of whom are suffering with injuries decades later.
Decades. Later. Just sayin’.
I’m not complaining about high salaries, because if I was being beat up and tossed around like a rag doll for my day job, I would want big money too.
I just don’t think the men who helped the league become what it is today, (i.e. an organization that can afford $50 million guarantees), should be forgotten.
