We’ve all heard the details (what details there are at this point) over the last couple days about Sean Taylor’s untimely death. Among other things, Sean Taylor was young and black and a professional athlete and a relatively new father and a guy who’d had some scrapes and a guy who was getting his life on track. He was a lot of things to a lot of people, but most of all, he was young–just 24.
I’ve been saying something for the last twenty years or so that was as true when I first noticed it as it is today. In fact, it’s probably always been the case–just one of those things you don’t really “see” until you have some age about you (or at least live through your own “danger zone”). It’s truly a wonder that so many of us actually live through our late teens and early twenties. (And, I have personal experience in this matter, as the step-father of a beautiful young girl whose life was tragically cut short at the age of 22).
So it is that I pass along for your consideration a couple articles I just read on this subject, both of which somewhat deal with the above sentiments. Michael Wilbon, who I find to usually be right on the money, is off the mark in his column, making a racial issue of this (not as far as Sean Taylor is concerned, but you and me–white folks don’t see it, black folks do). And, Mike Celizic, who I usually find to be on the money only about half the time, is dead on…















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