By Earl Bennett
After defeating the Buffalo Bills in 2010 with a game-winning touchdown I decided to go out with my pal, best bud DJ Moore. Two peas in a pod. We were roommates on the road and we typically went to places together in each city. From finding the best chicken shack to the best entertainment, we looked forward to adventure in each city. When we got back from our business trip to Toronto we decided to hit the streets of Chicago to celebrate.
I had just gotten my 1973 Impala out of the shop. Some interior work and speakers were installed. I put some 24-inch rims on the car to match the interior. Though I had all of this equipment installed, the only seat belts were across the lap. I know, not smart, but at that time as a professional football player I thought I was invincible.
Arrived at DJ’s house to pick him up, and we got on the highway headed for downtown. Smooth ride, we were just cruising along and we exited onto Ohio Street. Ohio Street has this bridge that crosses over the north branch of the Chicago River.
As we crossed over the bridge, somewhere in the middle, WHAMMMM! We were hit from behind by another car. The back of the car dropped because the axles were knocked off and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Once hit, both our heads hit the dashboard. DJ had a gash about the size of a small plum. I had a gash about the size of a shelled peanut. I was trying to steer the car so that we didn’t go over into the water. Both cars came to a complete stop and we were furious!
The driver of the other car gets out face is full of blood and he seems as if he has had a few drinks. Not sure what he is saying because mentally I want to kick the crap out of the guy. We tell him stay away from us and we call the police. I go to twitter and tweet out “Ole Skool totaled SMFH!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” I proceeded with, “Thanking God I’m alive!!!!” Which of course, the team called me immediately.
You may think this story ends with us not going to the club. You are WRONG! We called a teammate and hitched a ride to the club. Blood and all. DJ’s gash was WAY more visible than mine. He refused treatment, but later went to the ER for stitches.
Seat belts are important. They save lives and foreheads from being thrust into the dashboard. Life can change fast. I went from game-winning touchdown to a car wreck that could have ended my life. Though we made it through and still went to the club, I learned that no matter how much of an athlete I was, I was not as invincible as I thought. Wear your dang seat belts! And don’t go to the club after a catastrophic car wreck, at the very least go home and dance.