Favorite Sean Taylor Moment

I was tempted to talk about the big hits.  I even looked all over You Tube for some good hits and the inevitable tributes.  There will be plenty of time for those, and undoubtedly ESPN will show plenty of them including the game saving hit against the Cowboys a couple of years ago.

But I wanted to talk about something a little more personal.  Because he never talked to the media, we didn’t really know Sean all that well.  I feel like if I hung out with Clinton Portis next week, we’d have a lot to talk about even though I never met him.  If I had met Sean before this week, I think there would have been a lot of uncomfortable silence.  I wouldn’t have known how to hang out with such a private man.

The one thing that comes to mind about Sean though is that he loved being a Redskin.  How do I know this?  The socks.

Loyal fans will remember last season that Clinton and Sean were fined several weeks in a row for wearing unauthorized socks and colored tape on their facemasks. This wasn’t just a silly prank or a way of thumbing their noses at the league (though it was those things).  When questioned about it, both guys talked about how they wanted to wear the team’s colors as much as possible and the regular socks just didn’t do that.

Some people might have said those socks were ways of standing out and not being a part of the team.  Personally, I saw it as a sign of how much they loved it. These wore their colors.  They wore them proudly.  They paid thousands of dollars each week to wear them.

Because of thay, I’ll always remember Sean as a guy who loved being a Redskin.  Who wore our uniform with pride and passion.  That’s my favorite thing about Sean.  Please feel free to share yours in the comments section.


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  • gehenna

    I remember how he played a part in returning that blocked field goal in that incredible, fairy-tale-like ending to that Dallas game in Washington last year. His run back got us just close enough to kick the winner.  I remember how he scared Todd Pinkston so badly that Pinkston kept dropping perfect throws from McNabb.  Some people looked down on it but I got a kick out of how he pasted that punter in the pro-bowl.  It was the last football game of the year; it was nice that at least one player still wanted to play full contact football. I loved how you could always tell when he was the tackler without even looking at the jersey number.  You tell it was him just by the way people went down when he hit them.  I remember the hits.  The way he could make someone look like they hit a brick wall.  I remember his speed and the ferocity he played with.  I remember how other teams would play differently when he was in the game.  He gave the defense some swagger and an identity.  I still don’t want to accept that he’s gone. I wish there was more we could do to help the family and to help our team get past this tragedy.