"Holla 187 on the Dancefloor"

I'll be honest. This is a post I've been looking forward to for a while. Not for any special reason or great news. More like, the title is a great L.A. Symphony song. I wish I had something great to report on. Instead I want to let my sorrow out for a great NFL player.

On Monday morning (for those who don't know), Sean Taylor was asleep in his home. Then he and his wife were awaken by loud noises in their home. So, Sean got up to investigate. Then, according to the reports, he hadn't walked to the door when it was kicked open and two shots were fired. One hit him in the femoral artery. The intruder left. His wife called 911. Then yesterday morning, after surgery and what looked like a probable recovery (squeezing a nurse's hand) he passed away.

This is sad to me for a couple reasons. And I'm sincere: 1. He left behind an 18 month old daughter and a fiancee'. 2. He was turning his life around. Leaving behind the ways of the "hood" and embracing his role in life as a father and husband. 3. He played his college ball at Miami. And with that comes the stereotype that players for the 'Canes are thugs. 4. The media is assuming that this is more than a random act of violence. They are assuming that this was an intentional homicide from someone whom Mr. Taylor chose to not associate with anymore.

Just let me touch on that last point for a second. The media always assumes the worst and reports it. They can never let a family grieve properly or completely. The story is a 24 yr. old man, who was turning his life around for the better, was tragically killed. What more should they say? A family grieves over a lost son, father, brother, man. And the media just needs to go away and let them grieve. So, my prayers go out the families affected by this horrific act.