I've been struggling quite a bit with how to talk about the death of Washington Redskins safety Sean Taylor on this blog. It's no secret I'm a big fan of the team, and Sean Taylor's been one of my favorites for a couple of years. Though some of his hits made me wince, I just loved to watch him play, and noticed keenly his absence on the field last Sunday (due to an unrelated injury)... little did anyone know he wouldn't be returning at all. I find myself reading everything I can about him now, and random details keep bumping through my head — his dad is a police chief, he lived on a quiet street, he's faced gun charges in the past, his friends and family urged him to sever ties with Florida and leave bad influences behind — it's convoluted, to say the least. We've all got skeletons, and his, to me, don't condemn him to a fate like this... but still I worry about what we'll learn next, and mourn an athlete who, whatever else he was or did, truly loved the game of football.