Malcolm Davis: The NHL didn’t care about my health
The odds are slim for anyone to play a single game in the National Hockey League — let alone make a career of it. But I was one of the few, after playing my heart out in the minors, to reach the pinnacle of my profession.
But this success was fleeting. Due to the League’s callous attitude toward head hits and concussions, my NHL days were cut short. The long-term effects haunt me to this day.
A few games into my first season with the Detroit Red Wings, I was checked hard and my head slammed into the glass. “Welcome to the NHL,” I thought to myself. Yet I quickly realized something did not feel right, as I saw stars and heard a faint humming in my ears.