What can I say? I’m a Scorpio, I’m ruled by emotion. I feel things very, very deeply. It’s both a blessing and a curse; the highs are incredibly high but the lows are devastatingly low. I tend to brood and take things like Taylor’s death very, very hard. Why, I don’t know. I can’t keep myself from thinking about his seven-month old son, his father, his mother, his siblings, his girlfriend, his friends, his teammates and Redskin family. I think about Greg Williams who completely lost it and broke down. He was particularly fond of and close to Taylor. I think of the affects of losing a player on a 67 year old head coach with diabetes who he was instrumental in turning around.
But I keep coming back to his little boy. A son who will grow up without his father. A boy will never know his Dad. That same little boy whose birth had such a profound impact on his father, causing him to completely turn his life around. It’s all just so utterly senseless and tragic. I think about Don Rodgers, Kenny Easley, Joe Delaney, Len Bias, Darrant Williams and countless others. Young men whose stars shined so brightly they threatened to blind us. All taken from this world far too early.
And that’s not even taking into account the ramifications on the Redskins as a football team. They lose millions of invested dollars. They lose without question the best safety in the entire NFL and perhaps the best defensive player in the league period. They lose a team captain who was 24. They lose an all-pro safety who was 24. They lose the league leader in interceptions who was 24. They lose a friend and a teammate who was 24. Taylor had so much untapped potential it bordered on the obscene. He was growing into a great football player but more importantly, a better man. Now he’s gone. His child is fatherless. His family devastated. His career and life finished. It just makes so little sense.
And football is so not on the radar screen of what is significant or important right now-it’s not even a consideration or relevant. I could care less at this moment whether the Redskins make the playoffs or not. There are so many more pertinent and pressing things to deal with. It’s just a shame and a sad commentary on both society in general, and myself individually, that it takes such a tragedy to remind us of what really matters and what is important. It shouldn’t take something like this to put things in the proper perspective for me…..for us, but it often does. Football is just a game. An inconsequential game….and one I take far too seriously at times. It means less than nothing in the grand scheme of things. Less than nothing.
God bless you #21……..Godspeed!
Hail to the Redskins
Hail to the Sun
Hail to the Redskins
And hail to 21!!