Sunday, September 28, 2008


I watched part of a football game today. I'm sure everyone in deadbabyland has heard about Matt Bryant the kicker from Tampa Bay who's three month old son died unexpectedly of unknown causes. I never watch football. His team was playing the Packers, and my husband doesn't follow either of those teams. But it just happened to be on today while we were doing things around the house. My husband pointed out to me that the guy on the TV was the man who had lost his son. I watched him kick the winning field goal. I saw the look of pain on his face, and knew what that look meant. I never thought I would ever have anything in common with a football player. But as I sat there watching that on TV, and even as I write this now, I feel such a sense of connection with this man. It was quite a moment. The announcer said something about not being able to make this stuff up- this was the stuff movies are made of. It had that magical feeling to it. I couldn't help but be touched by that. It really was an awe inspiring moment.


mrsmuelly said...

I agree - awe inspiring. He threw himself into his work to honor his child. The interviews after the game were touching - he said he could feel his son there with him! He was there for his son.

Jessica said...

I heard something on the radio this morning in Palm Harbor about this same situation. It really touched my heart as well.