repetitive strain and overuse injuries are very real.
the cervical disc problems of combat sports athletes, especially high-ranking guard players, aren't anything to scoff at.
as athletes, we often confuse 'staying fit' and 'staying healthy', given that we assume the former is naturally indicative of the latter. we tell ourselves, at a certain level of proficiency, that we've accepted the risks of what we're doing and are doing it as safely as possible.
we're applying techniques designed to maim appendages and occlude bloodflow to the brain. we're doing so in a country where the lifestyle norm is significant daily job/finance/existence-related stress. add a salt-heavy diet and our booze-centric social culture, now you've got prehypertensive/hypertensive folks simulating combat by making earnest attempts to strangle one another.
we've told ourselves that under 'normal' circumstances things will be fine, but skydivers say that too. chutes rip, arteries rip.
i don't want that to be callous or dismissive of the plight that's befallen these guys. knowing and accepting the risks doesn't make things any less tragic. i can't imagine a life with impaired faculties, and i hope the folks afflicted can find some semblance of happiness, or at least solace.
you're almost guaranteed a slow end in a bed while your body and mind fail you, yet as a culture, any other death is sudden and tragic.
i say the real tragedy is the folks who are too scared of death to live. we might die every time we bow on, but to me, i'll take that over a 'safe' life where i never have.