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The Violent Life and Sudden Death of Junior Seau
When the legendary NFL linebacker retired for good in 2010, he seemed set for life: supremely wealthy, beloved across the league, a hero in his hometown of San Diego. Two years later, he was dead. On a lonely morning in a big empty house, Seau shot himself through the chest. It's no longer a secret how much damage pro football can do to the men who play it, but never before had we witnessed it destroy a genuine superstar—not until Junior Seau. in this GQ special report, Seau's friends and former teammates try to make sense of how a life so filled with triumph could go so wrong so fast
September 2013

The
average NFL career lasts 3.5 years. Junior Seau, one of the greatest
linebackers in the history of the NFL, played for twenty—and San Diego,
where he starred most of those years for the Chargers, was his city as
much as New York is Derek Jeter's. Seau invested in San Diego both as a
businessman and as the head of a foundation serving at-risk kids. But
after retiring as a very wealthy man in 2010—he earned more than $50
million over the course of his long career—he began to behave
uncharacteristically.

Seau was a star linebacker for twenty seasons, primarily with the San Diego Chargers,where he was legendary for his seeming indestructibility.
He
withdrew from family and friends. He made terrible business decisions.
He abused pills. He drank. He gambled away terrifying sums. It was
evident to those who knew him well that he was struggling, but no one
foresaw his suicide on the morning of May 2, 2012.
Eight
months after his death, the scientists who examined his brain announced
they had found evidence of CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy), a
dire neurological disease linked to concussions, which has been a factor
in the deaths of many other NFL players. It's impossible to pinpoint
the degree to which CTE drove Seau's rapid decline; the disease has been
connected to depression, insomnia, emotional withdrawal, and compulsive
behavior—all of which afflicted him. But there's one thing everybody
close to Seau agrees on: In his final years, Junior was no longer the
Junior they had known and loved.
1. The Man Who Loved to Hit
Natrone Means (San Diego Chargers running back, ex-teammate): God Almighty, he was fast. He was strong, man. He was hands-down the best football player I ever played with.
Aaron Taylor (Chargers guard, ex-teammate, friend): Any
time you play a sport that requires an ambulance to be on-site, it's
inherently a fucking dangerous game, right? "Getting your bell rung" was
the euphemism, and I think we all took pride in it. If you didn't light
somebody up or get lit up in a collision, there was a sense that we
weren't doing our jobs.
Warren Moon (NFL Hall of Fame quarterback, friend): You have two guys running full speed into each other and butting heads. And that's during practice. You don't do anything like that in a game.

Seau at USC with the Chargers.
Jay Michael Auwae (friend): I
once asked Junior what the biggest hit was that he could recall. He
said, "Buddy, it wasn't in a game. It was in practice. Natrone Means was
talking trash; I was talking trash. I said, ‘Bring it on!' " Junior
said Natrone hit him so hard, and he hit Natrone so hard, that they both
were knocked out.
Means: I
don't recall this. Maybe it was such a big collision that it's gone
from my memory. But I can remember countless times I've seen Junior just
smash guys out there. Fights would break out all the time. You want to
make a name for yourself. And if you have a name, you want to prove why
you have the name.
Taylor: I
personally watched him take multiple injections, because he was in
front of me in line for them. The 'Caine sisters: Marcaine, lidocaine.
Toradol and steroidals to calm down inflammation. I can't say for
certain what it was he took, but I would imagine they're not going to
give him anything different than what we would've gotten for similar
injuries. It was what you did.
Means: I
remember him playing in the AFC Championship game [in 1995] with the
pinched nerve, man. I mean, sixteen tackles. With a pinched nerve. God
Almighty. Never coming out of the game.

Mark Walczak (Chargers tight end, ex- teammate, friend): I couldn't believe the number of surgeries he had. There were like 15 or 16.
Means: It was the "smelling salts and get back in there" generation.
Taylor: You cannot show vulnerability in the locker room. It's despised. Who wants to be a bitch?
Moon: One
thing I read that was peculiar to me—he had never been diagnosed with a
concussion. That tells me he wasn't reporting what was wrong with him.
For a guy that played linebacker for twenty years, somewhere in there he
would've had a concussion.
2. "What Do You Do with Your Day Now?"
As
early as the mid-1990s, when Seau was in his twenties, he was privately
complaining of headaches and bouts of dizziness. He also developed
insomnia and began to pull away from his wife (they would divorce in
2002) and children. But there were no signs of that man when Seau
announced his retirement on August 14, 2006. Instead he struck a more
hopeful note: "I'm not retiring," he said. "I am graduating." Just four
days later, he changed his mind and signed with the New England
Patriots, where for the next four seasons he chased after an elusive
Super Bowl ring. In January 2010, a few days before his forty-first
birthday, he retired for good. "I'm going to surf," he said.
With
his ever present ukulele, Seau was a fixture on the streets and beaches
of Oceanside, his suburban San Diego hometown. But soon he began
drinking heavily to cope with his insomnia, while also taking Ambien, a
sleeping medication prescribed to him by the controversial former
Chargers team physician David Chao (who has since, in an unrelated case,
been found liable for malpractice). A downward spiral was taking shape:
Seau's worsening health affected his business acumen—and when he made
bad financial decisions, he would try to gamble his way out of them
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