It makes sense that the first sound one hears as the movie Concussion opens is the cacophony of football: a coach’s shouted commands, the tackles and hits, the grunts and groans. This is a movie about the courageous doctor who discovers Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy, a degenerative brain disease that is believed to be linked to concussions, but, in simpler terms, it’s a movie about football and America’s never-ending love for the game.
And I do mean never-ending, at least for the foreseeable future. Concussion is a compelling story, absolutely worthy of a couple hours of our attention over the holidays, but it’s not the death knell of football as we know it.
Some will see it and decide to never let their kids play football again. Others will see it and rush home to watch as many bowl games and late-season NFL games as possible. The movie, which I watched Thursday afternoon at a screening at the Motion Picture Association of America theater in Washington, D.C., will be what you want it to be.
If you can’t stand NFL Commissioner Roger…