Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger crashed his motorcycle Monday, injuring himself. Doctor's say they became concerned he was injured badly when he had trouble spelling his own name.

According to the article, "the accident happened at about 11:30 a.m. and a pool of blood was still visible there by early afternoon." Expect vials of his blood to show up on EBay by this evening. And you might want to use the "Buy It Now" option, if he dies on the table, they'll go through the roof.

He seems to be okay, his doctor said "He was talking to me before he left for the operating room...He's coherent. He's making sense. He knows what happened. He knows where he is. From that standpoint, he's very stable."

I'm not sure if "stable" is the right word to use for an NFL quarterback who likes to ride his motorcycle without a helmet. Perhaps "awake and stupid" would be a better term.

We should have expected this. The man plays in a division with Kellen Winslow Jr., the patron saint of idiot alpha male motorcycle riders who rode around without helmets and cost their teams and themselves millions of dollars. And yet, he found the courage and fortitude to continue his hobby. Isn't one peer crippling a career and his cashflow enough to teach you a lesson? That's like being in the same cell block with Daryl Strawberry, and still getting high. Sell Straw your smokes, and get out of there and learn from his example.

In their defense, I guess it can be hard to wear a motorcycle helmet with your head firmly wedged in your ass.

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