Thursday, June 16, 2011
NHL & Asterix
"The role of helmet protection has been stressed by the authors, especially in view of the fact that strap-fixation should have been taken more seriously by the Roman besiegers and others."
Who woulda thunk that one of my favorite cartoon strips (and the most effective way for me to learn French), Asterix, could have been the basis of a study of brain injury? What's next? The New England Journal of Medicine will be publishing findings on the Three Stooges? How does one get to be on these "fact"-finding missions? Does a childhood glued to the tv watching Moe, Larry, & Curly suffice as experience? Does still owning 5 of Asterix books (and parking them on a bookshelf next to Peter DeVries and Joseph Heller, humorists of a different age target) qualify me to sit in and opine?
And, now that the Stanley Cup has been awarded to the Boston Bruins who will be taking the Cup hither (Slovakia), yon (Germany), and elsewhere (Montreal, Vancouver...), will the NHL return to their investigation of concussive damage and perhaps relate them to the findings of the European Journal of Neurosurgery, Acta Neurochirurgica?
Well, I know what I'll be doing. Time to pull out those wonderful books and think back on the days when the only concern regarding head injuries were whether a solid whack by Asterix or Obelix would induce a "BAAFFFFFFF" or a "WHHHOOOP".
For my Canadian readers, I'm sure you remember that one character that now has been haunting the country for decades, Valueaddedtax. May he remain North of the Border!
Labels: 2011-Peaking Over the Mole Hill
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Tintin is heavy with head injuries, too. In fact, watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E. has highlighted just what an overused trope it was to clock someone -- often the hero -- on the noggin with a milk or whisky bottle, or, most likely, a handy vase, then watch them make with the funny crossed-eyes and slowly sink to the ground as the trombone plays its wonky note. Two minutes later, the victim might rub the bridge of his nose, or just give his head a quick shake, and he'd be back in the fray. The younger watches this and wonders why I get apoplectic when she pedals off on her bicycle and leaves the helmet behind.
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