Today there were plenty of reports out there surrounding the death of Al Davis. If you want, feel free to do a little digging to find out. For me, I’m not concerned with how he died. Instead, I’m choosing to continue to celebrate his life.
For those that don’t know, fear not. There are no salacious details. For those that do know, is there any real surprise?
It didn’t take a PhD to know Mr. Davis was dealing with some tough health issues. Forget about his outward appearance. The fact that he began missing occasional games said it all.
While I can appreciate the curiosity, I don’t derive any sense of closure from the news.
This is not meant to belittle anyone that was wondering what exactly happened. I’m not mad at that in any way. We all have morbid curiosities of some sort. We all also like to get some sense of finality.
I’m just happy to have been alive in an era when all of Mr. Davis’ business acumen proved to be heavily instrumental in turning the NFL into the most watched sport in this country. Nothing compares to the excitement of Sunday mornings. Nothing comes close to the sense of pride I get when seeing those Silver and Black jerseys take the field in the fall.
I am forever thankful to Mr. Davis. I choose to pay my respects by supporting the sport he made into the sport of kings.
Even in his death, Al Davis remains a giant in the game of football. There will never be another.
So this Sunday, even without the Raiders playing, I’m honoring Mr. Davis. I’m going to enjoy the game he helped to improve in everyway possible.