Charlie, What the fuck are you doing? Listen, more than most people, I get how surviving near-death incidents involving cars can change a person. It makes you grateful each morning when you wake up.
Here's what I don't get: Driving like Jerome Brown almost a year to the day after an SUV you were in got ripped in half. It killed the woman with whom you were riding. It left you with a lacerated bladder, fractured right tibia and femur, a fractured elbow and a brain bleeding.
It sucks that the accident cost you a shot at the World Cup team. Truly.
So why exactly are you clocking 125 mph on a French highway in your Audi Q7? Did you not learn the lesson that prevents me from doing The Worm across two-lane South Jersey roadways? You may feel like you're invincible sometimes, but drawing the lucky bounce does not a David Dunn make. If the Audi Q7 decides to spin out of control, you're worse off than Elijah Price rolling down that subway stairwell. Because you're dead.
Charlie, you have a responsibility to the people who put you back together, and to those who willed you back from the life/death line. Having a death wish is so '74.
You need to grow the fuck up, and you need to grow the fuck up now.
#9, Haddon Township Soccer (1989-91)
Oct. 7: U.S. forward Charlie Davies talks about his recovery [ESPN.com]
Oct. 8: Davies caught at 201 kph one year after crash-report [Reuters]
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Doesn't make it any less troubling.