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Walter Payton was addicted to painkillers (2 Viewers)

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A new biography of Walter Payton details the Hall of Fame running back's frequent drug use, extramarital affairs and the crippling loneliness that plagued him after his retirement from the NFL.

Sports Illustrated's Jeff Pearlman spent more than two years working on "Sweetness: The Enigmatic Life of Walter Payton" and uncovered startling details about the Chicago Bears running back who was so highly regarded that the NFL named its Man of the Year Award after him.

The book is set for release next week. Excerpts appear in this week's Sports Illustrated. In one section, Pearlman describes Payton's drug use:

The burden of loneliness and his marriage weren't Payton's only problems. As a player he had numbed his maladies with pills and liquids, usually supplied by the Bears. Payton popped Darvon robotically during his playing days—says Holmes, "I'd see him walk out of the locker room with jars of painkillers, and he'd eat them like they were a snack"—and also lathered his body with dimethyl sulfoxide, a topical analgesic commonly used to treat horses. Now that he was retired, the self-medicating only intensified. Payton habitually ingested a cocktail of Tylenol and Vicodin. In a particularly embarrassing episode, in 1988, Payton visited a handful of dental offices, complaining of severe tooth pain. He received several prescriptions for morphine and hit up a handful of drugstores to have them filled. When one of the pharmacists noticed the activity, he contacted the police, who arrived at Payton's house and discussed the situation.

Pearlman also details Payton's use of the painkiller Darvon during his playing days and how he equipped an RV with nitrous oxide to use during training camp.

Once Payton's career ended, he battled depression and often discussed suicide with close friends. Two failing relationships contributed to his malaise. Pearlman describes how Payton's estranged wife and girlfriend both attended his Hall of Fame induction ceremony -- "they were like ships passing in the night," Payton's assistant said -- and made the triumphant weekend one of the worst of Payton's life.

Like Andre Agassi's recent autobiography, in which he detailed his previously unknown drug use, "Sweetness" will be most remembered for the salacious tales revealed within. They'll dominate discussion over the next few days and obscure the brighter stories included in the book: How Payton delighted a cancer-ridden youngster on a flight or those moments when he'd play catch with kids before signing their football. The drug use and affairs will make some forget about how graceful Payton was on the field and how strong he was when facing terminal illness, and how he grew up in segregated Mississippi and calmed racial tensions there with his on-field heroics.

As "Sweetness" shows, our heroes are always more complex than we know.

 
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds.

Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.

I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.

 
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'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds.

Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.

I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
You should check out a video from NFL Films from the 80s called Crunch Course - they had a segment on how he'd run on that hill for hours.ETA: YouTube link {around the 2:20 mark)

 
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I like how they try to compare this book to Andre Agassi's book in a pathetic attempt to deflect some of the criticism.

Guess what? Agassi's book was an AUTO-biography! He's allowed to say whatever he wants ABOUT HIMSELF.

Stirring up #### about Walter Payton 12 years after he died? That's just a moneygrab, man.

 
yahoo Sports turning into the National Enquirer. What next? Knute Rockne wore women's underwear, Pete Rozelle had a live in mistress, Charles Haley took a dump on an asst coach's desk? Where does it end?

 
I don't think this diminishes Payton's legacy or reputation in any way. He was a professional RB in the NFL and was probably in pain every day. These pills are effective, readily available and probably just given to him. They are HIGHLY addictive. You don't need to have an addictive personality or to even abuse them in order to get addicted to them. This "news" isn't surprising considering what he did for a living and it in no way changes any of the good things he did or hurts his reputation or legacy IMO. He was a human who had to deal with a lot of pain issues on a daily basis. That's all this says about him IMO.

 
'HellToupee said:
'Lester Long said:
'Young 8 said:
I wonder how many football players are (were) addicted to painkillers.......
About the same percentage as in normal life, alot.
I would guess the % is probably higher
I would guess higher too.I don't think most of us truly comprehend what these guys put their bodies through to go out on the field week in and week out and basically be human battering rams.ETA- This does not tarnish my memory of Walter Payton one bit. He was human and obviously like all of us had flaws. I will still remember him for the many positives that greatly outweighed any negatives in his life.
 
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'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds.

Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.

I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
You should check out a video from NFL Films from the 80s called Crunch Course - they had a segment on how he'd run on that hill for hours.ETA: YouTube link {around the 2:20 mark)
You watch the segment after that and it's like - any wonder why he needed a bunch of painkillers? He literally sacrificed his body for yards and points. I do prefer the thought of him being superhuman and able to actually endure all of that though. :(
 
'Hairy Snowman said:
I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
I personally think this book is unnecessary. What good does it do to drag him through the mud over 12 years after his death. I could care less about his marriage issues or his pain killer addiction. While I am really sorry to hear about them I don't think it helps anyone by bringing it out into the open. This book is probably hurtful to his kids as well. I 100% agree with Hairy Snowman's assessment even though I never knew him personally. He always acted like a class act and was beloved by millions and will always be my favorite player of all time.
 
My favorite player if all time. May he rest in peace. Nothing can change my opinion of him...actually this just makes me appreciate him more.

 
So he was human, imperfect, prone to failings, and never deserved to be treated as a role model?? Thanks for the obvious you reputation killing author. I'd love for once to intimately scrutinize and publicize the author's life in such a way to paint him/her in a way that denegrates any and all superficial professional accomplishments.

 
'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds. Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
I remember being 10 and sending a baseball card to Rod Carew to autograph. He sent me back a form to fill out and attach a 10.00 check to. My card was not included. So who is the biggest donkey here?This is a Lions fan who thinks Sanders is better than you but will still respect you. Rod Carew, you can spread my cheeks and kiss my :)Peace
 
Whoops not done yet.

Roger Goddel, you have a killer in your league. Stallworth ran a man over. And today this SI honk who is watching his magazine shrivel attempts to make noise with Sweetness?

Farve was addicted to pain killers and was unfaithful.

When is that book coming out?

Garbage. Trash. Bush league move. Write about farve and then come talk to me about journalistic integrity.

These comments are from a SANDERS from life guy.

Peace

 
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My favorite player if all time. May he rest in peace. Nothing can change my opinion of him...actually this just makes me appreciate him more.
Me neither because I don't care about their off season lives.I just care about what happens on the field. People would ask me about the Vick thing, I would say don't care. because I did not. if they ask me what I think of him as a real QB I would say he cannot read a defense to save his life and is nothing more than a fantasy QB. because that is on the field.
 
So many topics to write about and you choose this? Just don't get it.

Guy was beloved by teammates and the public. Painkillers? Give me a break.

He brought two woman to his HOF induction? That must have not been easy. As it was described. But he did it anyway because his wife played an important role and he loved the woman he was with. His wife didn't have a problem sitting down and chatting with the woman he had now been with for years.

I spit on this.

 
'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds.

Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill.
lol, there ya have it folks, PROOF!
 
'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds. Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
I remember being 10 and sending a baseball card to Rod Carew to autograph. He sent me back a form to fill out and attach a 10.00 check to. My card was not included. So who is the biggest donkey here?Peace
Barry Sanders did the exact same thing to me. I tried the mail route because he always rode off on a golf cart after Lions practices. My mom told me I got some mail, I was all excited because it was from Pontiac, I open it up and get my unsigned card back with an invitation to join the Barry Sanders Fan Club for $15 or whatever it was. I remember my father being more pissed off about it then me.
 
'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds.

Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.

I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
And this is what is important. This is what made him super-human. THe fact that in some aspects of his life he was just human doesn't tarnish that.
 
'Hairy Snowman said:
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds. Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
That is truly an awesome story. Thanks for sharing that... :thumbup:
 
If I had a penny for every athlete that was on painkillers and cheats on their wife....Id have more money than those athletes.

I guess people are shocked...but in the end, its pretty much not all that surprising if anyone is/was doing this.

Its more surprising to me that since Favre admitted his problem, that more have not done the same or been found out.

 
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds. Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
I remember being 10 and sending a baseball card to Rod Carew to autograph. He sent me back a form to fill out and attach a 10.00 check to. My card was not included. So who is the biggest donkey here?This is a Lions fan who thinks Sanders is better than you but will still respect you. Rod Carew, you can spread my cheeks and kiss my :)Peace
Was this before or after Carew converted?
 
Wouldn't it be easier to list which players weren't addicted to pain killers at some point in their careers.. This is pretty common whether it's reported or not. I don't have first hand knowledge of this, but I've heard from a few reliable sources..

 
When I was growing up in Chicago, there was a park with a toboggan run across the street. The hill was evenly sloped on the side where we would take our sleds, but the other side was steep and overgrown with weeds. Walter would run on the steep side for hours during the summertime. I was there alot (mostly because it was right across the street and had fields we could play in). Never once did I see him pop a pill or stop to do anything but go to the water fountain for water or catch his breath on the top on the hill. He was always very friendly and would stop to sign autographs when he was finished, if you brought him a pen and paper. I can still remember him palming my entire skull like it was a football while telling my friends to go out for a pass. There was a reason he was nicknamed Sweetness.I hate to hear stories like these because it detracts from the work I personally know he put in. He has always been a hero to me. I always have thought of him in conjunction with work ethic. More than anything, I find this story sad. Its not something I ever would have wanted to know. It doesn't change how I feel about him one bit.
I remember being 10 and sending a baseball card to Rod Carew to autograph. He sent me back a form to fill out and attach a 10.00 check to. My card was not included. So who is the biggest donkey here?This is a Lions fan who thinks Sanders is better than you but will still respect you. Rod Carew, you can spread my cheeks and kiss my :)Peace
Was this before or after Carew converted?
:lol:
 
They'll dominate discussion over the next few days and obscure the brighter stories included in the book: How Payton delighted a cancer-ridden youngster on a flight or those moments when he'd play catch with kids before signing their football. The drug use and affairs will make some forget about how graceful Payton was on the field and how strong he was when facing terminal illness, and how he grew up in segregated Mississippi and calmed racial tensions there with his on-field heroics.As "Sweetness" shows, our heroes are always more complex than we know.
It's like this author became almost apologetic at the end of the article. I don't blame him.This article only points out the bad then discusses how others would do the same.Ugh
 
You know what... I remember watching that Super Bowl. I was really mad when they gave the ball to Perry at the goal line. Apparently everyone in the country had the exact same thought while watching that game, wondering when Payton was going to score. Everyone except for Mike Ditka. Payton deserved to score. It was b.s. that he didn't. And it SHOULD be Ditka's biggest regret.

HOWEVER, getting the full story last night, I thought Walter came off like a little b*tch.

 
You know what... I remember watching that Super Bowl. I was really mad when they gave the ball to Perry at the goal line. Apparently everyone in the country had the exact same thought while watching that game, wondering when Payton was going to score. Everyone except for Mike Ditka. Payton deserved to score. It was b.s. that he didn't. And it SHOULD be Ditka's biggest regret.HOWEVER, getting the full story last night, I thought Walter came off like a little b*tch.
I agree. I thought it was selfish of him to think he deserved a touchdown. He had five carries inside the 10. He had his chances. Score on one of those. Was Ditka supposed to just let him carry it as many times as possible? They won and he wasn't even happy. Would scoring a touchdown have changed anything at all? No.
 

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