Poor Eugene Monroe! ("Raven Eugene Monroe promotes medical marijuana for football pain, non-athletes," March 16.) He has some pain and suffering. Let's see, he also struggles through life leading a marginal existence on a paltry $5,000 to $10,000 per day. People who are hurting in the real world suck it up and go out there for $10 an hour (or less), Eugene. He and his fellow players seem to be looking for special treatment. These chosen few seem to have contracted the same attitude of privilege and entitlement that the non-taxpaying almighty NFL has exhibited in this society.

I believe Mr. Monroe was pointing for this way of life from high school in New Jersey. I'm positive he knew the risks. He was recruited, wheedled and cajoled to come to the University of Virginia. Now the clock is ticking on his idyllic way of life, and reality has set in. The NFL Players Association negotiated the collective bargaining agreement. That means fellow players "sold you down the river" Eugene. Poor baby! Medical marijuana won't be happening in your career, Eugene.

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Eugene, your alternatives are simple. You should have enough money to retire, go somewhere where recreational use or medical use of marijuana is allowed and self-medicate. You should have more than enough money to squeak by. You don't have to show up for this pain, suffering and abuse any longer. This is the USA, and you have the freedom of choice. Or, you can play through the pain and stop seeking special treatment because "playing professional football automatically gives you the symptom of chronic pain." Who chose this path of fame and fortune anyway?

The jury is out on the use of medical marijuana in the NFL. The owners will continue to have as many medical advisers to say nay as the players will have to say yay.

Deal with it and quit complaining, tough guy!

George Hammerbacher

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