“If I fall off a Jet Ski, I hit the water, and I like my odds,” Porter said. “I’m going to get wet. What I say about motorcycles is that concrete is undefeated.”
If I was an NFL quarterback with my whole future ahead of me—MVPs, more Super Bowls, tens of millions of dollars (none of which is guaranteed, BTW)—I might refrain from activity that would jeopardize my career. And if I was compelled to ride a motorcycle, I'd wear a helmet. I guess that makes me a pussy and is reason number 4,326 why I'm not an NFL quarterback, but jeez, Big Ben, that was pretty stupid.
What is it with pro athletes doing stupid shit? A rider in every contract should include a sidekick whose sole job is to keep the athlete from doing stupid shit like: driving drunk, getting into knifefights, hosting "Cornhole contests", and sleeping with Paris Hilton.
Seriously? I hope Ben makes a full recovery, and takes the Steelers right back to the AFC Championship Game where they lose to the Patriots.
[UPDATE: Here's a great column that addresses a lot of the side issues of the accident.]