It has been a tough couple of weeks for me. I used to watch Johnny Carson and I found out that Ed McMahon past away. That was sad and yet happy. It brought back memories of the tonight show and star search. And, Mr. McMahon led a good, full life. Then Farah Fawcet passed away in her valiant battle against cancer. I remember my dad wearing an iron on of hat famous poster. Then, the biggest loss, Michael Jackson. I was looking forward to his new tour and albums and hoping that he could overcome the struggles of the past decade. The King of Pop is gone....
Then, this morning, I heard that Steve McNair had been shot. He was one of my favorites. Not just because he was so exciting to watch. Not just because he could run, throw, and lead a team. Not, just because he was a small college guy thriving in the NFL. No, it was 50% those things. The other half was because of who he was. He was an upstanding gentleman, a model citizen, and a hero for kids to look up to. Then, I learned of the circumstances of his death. That broke my heart. As a husband and a father, that hurt. Where are all the heroes? Poor choices usually don't lead to anything good. And, sadly enough, this is an example of that. I hate to see this. My heart goes out to his family and to his many childhood fans (regardless of your age now).
Keywords: football, hero, nfl, steve mcnair, tennesee, titans
