Remember His Name

One day, God willing, Russell Baer was going to tell his son this story. One day, after the boy’s heart and brain had healed, he was going to point to that picture on the kid’s bedroom shelf of the man doing a handstand on the roof of a house, take a deep breath and say, Mav, that’s a man who lived a life as pure and died a death as muddy as any man ever to walk this rock, and I was there for both. That’s the man, when your heart stopped for an hour and they slit you open neck to navel, who I prayed to because … well, because you wouldn’t exist if he hadn’t died, and I wouldn’t be half of who I am if he hadn’t taught me how to live. That’s Pat Tillman, the man you take your middle name from, and I’ve been waiting for you to ask since the day you were born.

Russ never got that chance: Maverick Patrick Baer died on Monday. So now Russ has Pat’s story stuck in his heart….



http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/magazine/09/05/tillman0911/