Fuck!

It's six o'clock in the AM, and I'm still awake. It's just coming over the wires that Sean Taylor has just died from his wounds.
I'm crestfallen.
I fucking loved that guy. Cross Urlacher's skill with Tank Johnson's propensity for trouble, and you have Sean Taylor. What's not to love?
I have tickets for the Bears -vs- Skins game for the Thursday after next. I might have to shelve the Butkus jersey for my Taylor jersey - I'm sentimental like that.

Note to self: Make up " Why couldn't it have been Grossman" sign to hold in eulogy.

Fucking Perfect

The day after I set up a sports-blog named "Killing for Sports", my favorite Skins player is critically wounded in a home-invasion.