The last few days have been a whirlwind and I am still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing. I flew out of New Orleans last night and back to Chicago because I couldn't think straight...I witnessed a close friend, teammate and a man that I thought of as one of my big brothers in the NFL shot to death over a FUCKING FENDER BENDER!!! What, why how? I just don't get it...these images that I have in my head will never leave me and I understand that and will have to live with it. I want to thank each and every one of you, my family, friends, fans and the whole entire Who Dat Nation for all of your thoughts and prayers....but let's send them instead to Will's family - his wife and 3 kids who have to be strong during this difficult time.
People!!! When is this shit going to stop? There is so much senseless killing going on in our world, and I'm not saying that I have the answers to fix it...but I am willing to do my part to help and find a solution. My heart is heavy and wish I could turn back the hands of time, but what is done is done and sadly my close friend is gone but he will never ever be forgotten. Rest In Peace Will I won't go as far as sending my prayers out to Pierre Thomas. Mostly because he asked me not to, but also because he's absolutely right in saying they should all be reserved for the immediate family of the deceased. That being said, my heart goes out to him. I just can't begin to imagine what's going through his head. Anyone who has moved, had someone close to them move, or gone away to college knows that incredible feeling of reuniting with a good friend after a long period of time. A period of time that like feels like an eternity going into it, and a period of time that seems almost non-existent after about five minutes of reminiscing. For Pierre Thomas to have all those positive memories of their entire time as teammates, and more importantly friends, so fresh in his mind as he had to watch any chance for new memories gunned down right in front of his eyes? I don't know how much tragedy he has had to deal with in his life, but I think I would still be sitting on that street corner numb to the world. It's just an absolutely gut wrenching thought, never mind mental image. I have to believe that the word "brutal" doesn't even begin to describe the traumatizing process of overcoming those conflicting emotions of anger, sadness, and grief that have undoubtedly made nest in Pierre Thomas' head. My heart breaks for the entirety the New Orleans Saints organization, but mostly for the tough, jack of all trades running back that became one of the most lovable figures in franchise history. A player that - despite living in Chicago - embraced everything that New Orleans had to offer. It's just beyond sad that part of what New Orleans gave him - a lifelong friend in Will Smith - is exactly what New Orleans so senselessly took away.
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