The bad thing about being on the road and away from my constant Internet connection at work is that I hear about Ben Roethlisberger's motorcycle accident via an e-mail from my mom. I got her message in the middle of a session, and probably annoyed all the people around me by breaking out my laptop to get the full story.
I cannot believe that this kid could be so goddamn stupid as to ride without a helmet. First Jay Williams wrecks his motorcycle (still out of the NBA and trying to get back in), then Kellen Winslow, Jr. (missed the entire 2005 season), and now Big Ben. I hope he's OK, I hope he can play football again, but I'm just angry about it. Training camp starts in late July or August, so it looks like he'll miss part of camp. I guess it's the fact that he's 24 years old, just won a Super Bowl four months ago, and he feels invincible. I bet he rides with a helmet after this accident, if he ever rides a motorcycle again.
The only reason I'm not considering taking my own life right now is that Roethlisberger is just one part of the team, and there are many, many other great players that won that Super Bowl. As much as I like him, he's not like Peyton Manning or Donovan McNabb, guys whose absence from the field would seriously jeopardize their team's hopes for playoff success. Although I just remembered how badly the team played when Big Ben missed a few games last season with a bad knee. Damn: this hotel is only six stories tall.