Every once in a handful of blue moons, society is gifted with an individual that is so good at what they do, that brings so much passion and joy to what they do, that you stop, and take some time out of your life to watch them do their thing, because getting the chance to see them on their stage, in their element, is just that special.
Freshman year of college, my Dobie suite-mates and I would often gather around the TV in the evenings to catch SportsCenter so that — among other things1 — we could see him going at it and doing his thing — on his stage, in his element. It was damn near family hour for us. And it never got old.
Damn. There isn’t much I can say to do his memory justice, but I will say this:
Nowadays, anytime I turn my pillow over in the middle of the night, I think about Stuart Scott.
R.I.P., Stuart Scott.
- We were all huge sports fans, in particular basketball fans. Among other things, that was the year Dennis Rodman joined the Bulls, when they went on to win 72 games. [↩]