Who said anything about professional sports? Iam taking when ordinary people do sports as a hobby. Plenty of people get seriously hurt each year... people drown at the beach each year... the list of ways people get hurt when trying to have fun is very long...
So what happens in Denmark when someone drowns at the beach? Do you just hold a nice funeral and move on?
Here in America, land of the free and home of the ambulance-chasing lawyer, that's when the real national sport begins: SUE-ing!
A friend of mine lost his six-year old step grandson in a swimming pool accident a few years ago. By the time the kid's family's lawyers were done, they had secured a multi-million dollar settlement from the city - which will no doubt be passed along to the taxpayers since cities don't keep large sums on hand to pay damages. Sure it's a tragedy, but this seems out of all reason to me.
Now let's say Pvt Smith shoots Pvt Jones' eye out with his ramrod. The "hold harmless" waivers we all have to sign to get into reenactments are so much wastepaper - they only protect the event host, if anyone. Same is true for event insurance, or policies held by "umbrella" organizations. Pvt Smith's company commander is liable, along with the NCOs who were responsible for his training, and even any "high private" who gave him advice. Pvt Smith's battalion commander is liable, because he "suffered or permitted" the use of ramrods on the event field.
And the Doctrine of "Deep Pockets" says that he who has money, pays. Suppose Smith is a college student whose most valuable possession is a $300 car. He can't pay Jones - but his company and battalion commander can! And the Battalion Sergeant Major, who owns a vacation home and private airplane, can pay even more - even though he wasn't even at the event. He's the senior NCO of the battalion, right? It might seem plausible to twelve idiots on the jury!
I don't know if this gets your attention, Thomas; but it does mine. Seeing the ramrod idiocy coming is one reason I decided to stop portraying an officer. I like my house and I don't want to risk it for the dubious privilege of commanding at reenactments.