Brian Westbrook has yet to find a new team. He recently passed a physical with the Rams, but hasn’t decided whether or not he’ll sign a contract. I for one hope Westy calls it quits.
Even before he suffered two severe concussions last year, Westbrook was battling both knee and ankle injuries that date back to his college days. As is the case with most veteran running backs, the NFL rigors have left his body broken and slowed.
He lacks the same explosion and shiftiness that made him an elite playmaker. Defenses no longer fear his versatile arsenal of skills. He’ll be 31 in September and his starting days are long gone. I’d hate to see him either ride the pine or be abused by younger, faster players should he return to the field.
I prefer to remember B-West as the dynamic home run threat who dazzled crowds across the country for eight great seasons. That guy was one of my favorite Eagles. I have no interest in watching the washed-up version unwanted by 31 NFL teams.
Chances are Westy will give it one more year. Sadly, he’ll be relegated to backup duty, if he’s lucky. Rather than risk the embarrassment of getting cut again before the 2010 season begins, he should do the smart thing and hang ‘em up.
Admitting your skills have eroded and letting go of a career can be bitter pills to swallow. However, if it’s a choice between walking away on my own terms or being hauled off on a cart, I’ll take the former. Fingers crossed Brian feels the same.