Who’s To Blame? Balancing Performance Enhancement With Injury Risk Reduction
I’m probably going to catch a lot of flack for this e-mail,
but here goes anyway.
In early March of this year, I scrubbed in to observe a surgery
with Tampa Bay Rays Team Doctor Koko Eaton.
I wanted to see a Tommy John (ulnar collateral ligament) reconstruction.
Over my 20 years as a practicing Physical Therapist, I had seen
every injury imaginable. I had observed lots of different surgical procedures,
but I had never seen a Tommy John surgery.
I wanted to see this particular surgery...
And They Call It a Woody: Station Wagons and the Danger of Looking Back
When I was 10 years old we were stationed at
Yokota Air Force Base near Tokyo, Japan.
We had 2 family vehicles.
One was a 1968 sky blue VW Bug that would become my
first vehicle when I got my drivers license 6 years later.
The other was a nondescript black 4-door sedan.
My father had purchased it off some guy he knew.
It had no distinguishing features. It wasn’t cool or sexy.
It was simply…a car. I called it plain car.
Having served 4 years in Japan, it was time for us to return
to the...
Potty Training, Guided Discovery, and Individual Freedom
In the spring of 1993, I was in my last semester of Physical Therapy school
in San Antonio, Texas.
I spent nearly every waking hour studying, so my wife,
Kathy had to manage our household and provide most of the care for our son,
Ty, who was 2 years old.
Even though it was a stressful time, Kathy and I
made sure we carved out time to be together as a family.
Every day after dinner we would walk to the tennis courts in our apartment complex,
and Ty and I would toss a tennis ball back and...
Born To Be Wild! Why Objective Measurement is Crucial
When I was 8 years old I lived on a military base just outside of Tokyo, Japan.
It wasn't safe for us to go outside the gates of the installation
without our parents, but inside the barbed-wire lined fences
all the military brats roamed free and had complete run of the place.
During the summers, we would leave our houses at 8 am and cruise
around the entire base on our bicycles like a preadolescent motorcycle gang.
We had a television, but all the shows spoke Japanese,
so when the sun came up...
