Normally, I’m pretty even keel when it comes to NFL injuries. They are a part of the game and all that cliched crap. When Stew Bradley went down during training camp, I was perturbed, but that was the extent of my dismay.
I’m a realist when it comes to guys who make a living purposely colliding with one another. So when Shawn Andrews and Kevin Curtis go down it’s no big deal. If they come back, great. If they don’t, that’s what the draft and free agency are for.
All that being said, I’m beginning to feel bad for Brian Westbrook. Just when I think he’s about to turn the corner and get himself right for 2009, he takes a knee to the head and suffers a concussion. This comes mere weeks after spraining his surgically repaired ankle.
What’s next? A ruptured biceps? Maybe a sports hernia? Hopefully neither, but odds dictate when he does return from his latest malady (which might be weeks), he will be afflicted by another setback. The little dude just can’t locate a lucky streak. Of course, this is nothing new for Westy, who has battled all sorts of tears, sprains and rips throughout his eight-year career.
For all his health struggles, B-West has only missed 14 games (not counting playoffs) out of a possible 118. That’s it. Who knows how many games he played hurt. I would guess at least thirty to forty. Last season alone, he played hurt in all but the first two games after turning his ankle week 3 against the Steelers.
The amazing thing is – despite a litany of hurts over the years – Westbrook is still making an assault on the Eagles record books. If he can gimp his way through another season beyond ’09, he will likely hold every major running back record in team history.
Just imagine what he could have accomplished if he stayed relatively injury-free. All we can do is wonder, what if….