Like a pitcher who comes into the dugout after 2 innings of work and says to the manager, “I just don’t have it tonight”, I’ll tell you a similar story: I just didn’t have Friday Mud in me this week. Not in the traditional sense, anyway.
I’m aggravated by the Orioles, for starters, so sitting down and crafting a spectacular edition of FM for you seemed almost unfair given my mood. I just haven’t felt like laughing this week. But the biggest reason I haven’t been laughing – and thus, not in the Friday Mud mood – has been the conclusion of the Huguely-Love murder trial in Virginia. To have to read the accounts of that young lady’s mother and sister talk about Yeardley on Wednesday night at the sentencing portion of the trial was a terrible reminder that no one should have that much grief in their life…but sadly, people are saddled with it even when the didn’t do anything to desreve it. I spent some of Thursday talking to people in the lacrosse community about this horrible story and how it all could have happened.
And then I decided to write this:
Over the last couple of days as people react to the conviction and sentencing recommendation of George Huguely V, I’ve heard or read more than one person say, “Lacrosse got what it deserved”. That e-mail came into me on Thursday morning and we talked about it during the show. “Lacrosse got what it deserved…”
That, of course, was a reference to the constant criticism lacrosse always hears about its own fiber: that people involved in the sport are spoiled and entitled because the sum of their parts include family wealth, private school, self-sense of entitlement and, in a lot of cases, superior athletic ability.
Mix those elements together and you have someone who believes he or she is above reproach.
That, some are saying, is precisely what happened to George Huguely V.
But that doesn’t mean lacrosse got what it deserved on Wednesday when the jury handed down its verdict and recommended to the judge that the former Landon School student should spend the next 26 years of his life in prison for the death of Yeardley Love.
Lacrosse had nothing at all to do with the story, per-se. It just served as the convenient backdrop for a tragedy.
Yeardley Love is dead because no one took the time to help her or George Huguely V when they needed it most. He could have been a baseball player and she a member of the volleyball team. The outcome would have likely been the same.
Where on earth were the adults while these two were leading their highly publicized college lifestyle? Where were the parents and the coaches and the professors?
Where were the friends of those two?
Where WAS everyone?
In the United States these days, we’re sensing that people are actually starting to support one another again. After a couple of decades of our nation’s dog-eat-dog, make-as-much-as-you can, screw-the-little-guy approach, we seem to have figured out that helping one another and being “in this together” is probably a better way to pick ourselves up from this horrible economic dip of the last five years.
We need help.
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