Me and the Farm Manager were just having a discussion about a side gig Don Cherry used to have back in the day.
Rock 'em sock 'em hockey.
That was a thing. Don Cherry made a lot of money off that shit.
At the time, it didn't occur to us that every time some hapless rookie got rocked or socked, or as Don would put it, "got his bell rung," what actually happened was they'd just suffered a concussion.
I too, non-poppy-wearing immigrant that I am, had my bell rung more than once.
I played my hockey in the GE house league. We had a communist union leader at the time. The union leader might have been a commie, but the rank and file didn't mind bashing each other's brains out on the ice.
Little did we realize that at least half a dozen guys walked away with concussions every Sunday morning.
That would be a big deal today.
Back then it meant nothing. A concussion was just a bad headache that went away.
You just had to play through it.
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