I’m not going to write a lot here about Stuart Scott – I’m leaving that to the people that knew him far better than I ever did, since his kindly replying to several of my Tweets to him doesn’t qualify. Scott came to ESPN in 1993, just as I was finishing up my junior year in college. At first his catchphrases irritated me, but then became a fixture. It always seemed like he was the consummate pro, even when he was fighting cancer all those times and was getting gaunter.
His death hit me hard, partly because I had interacted with him in those Tweets, but also because he was still so young. He’s only seven years older than me. He was part of a cultural landscape that was there as I moved through my own 20s and 30s. That’s why I was nearly bawling along with Hannah Storm and Rich Eisen as they had to make the extremely painful announcement this morning.
Scott was an avid MMA fan… and to use an analogy from that, I’m going to say that Scott didn’t tap out against cancer. Time just ran out.
Rest in peace, Stuart.