Coaching |
I used to live, eat, drink and shit basketball. In my life, I’ve played in house leagues, travel teams, all-star teams, and AAU. I’ve worn all types of uniforms, played on all ... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 05:52:00 PST |
Veni Viti Vici |
It's funny how much your life can change in the course of a year. A year ago, I was watching the Super Bowl in my apartment with people who I considered my good friends. This year I'l... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:51:00 PST |
RIP Sean Taylor |
Every Sunday, I loved to watch you play. You hit like no other. You smashed and bruised the opposition. Your athleticity was praised by all the coaches. Your speed allowed you ... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 05:18:00 PST |
Superman |
Question: how the hell does Superman fit his boots inside his dress shoes when he's Clark Kent? I mean, they're fuckin' boots! He would have to be wearing size 18 shoes, right?... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 04:08:00 PST |
BEST TIME OF YEAR |
oh my fucking god. not ONLY is it football season, but it's FANTASY football season. the absolute no-doubt I'll-smack-your-face-if-you-disagree BEST time of year.
The Redskins. ... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:54:00 PST |
Its a wonderful life |
The following realization has yet to cease to amaze me, or to render me with indifference.
What a primitive world we live in. Despite our evolved species, our genius, our ability to achieve wond... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:26:00 PST |
Fiji, bitches! |
I'm on the other side of the motherfuckin' world, son. i'll post the pic's when I get back. Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 07:00:00 PST |
Under the I N F L U E N C E numero sieta |
Shank rode his mare carefully on the beaten path. His life had taught him to be cautious at all times, even with friends. With foe's, you could expect the dark; with friends, you cou... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 05:47:00 PST |
Under the I N F L U E N C E on the 6th |
Gabriel sat staring into the smoldering embers of the dying fire. His cold blue eyes never blinked, never watered when the smoke drifted into them. His hat sat low on his brow, the rawhide... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 05:03:00 PST |
laugh now, cry later |
what is the purpose of life? to find someone to love, and who loves you? to raise a family? to be as successful as possible? to never want? in the large scheme of things,... Posted by R.I.P. Sean Taylor on Sun, 13 May 2007 08:07:00 PST |