I'm equally as familiar with what it must feel like to lose your child before even having the opportunity to truly meet them as I am with what it must feel like to score an 83-yard touchdown in the NFL, so I can't even begin to fathom the emotional toll that yesterday must have taken on Marquise Goodwin and his family. As one of the fastest guys in the entire league, it's far from a miracle that he was able to burn the Giants' absolute disgrace of a defense. However, the same can't be said for him having the ability to lace up his cleats and run straight by other professional athletes while carrying what must have been the heaviest of hearts. I think I speak for even the football fans that were on the wrong side of a score that was worth so more than six points in saying that I'm glad that he did. The notion that sports can actually help people heal is probably a bit overdone, and I hardly think that it would even come close to applying to an experience as tragic and traumatic as the death of a newborn son or daughter. That said, having his football family immediately rush to his side in support of his actual family must have - if only for one single second - distracted him from the unquantifiable amount of mourning that still lie ahead of he and his wife. In that moment, the 49er's weren't a (then) winless NFL team, but rather a collective shoulder for their distraught teammate to lean on. I'm sure Marquise Goodwin felt that sense of community as he dedicated his touchdown to the disturbingly short memory of his child. Nothing can really lessen the blow of the life-altering gut punch that is the unexpected death someone that couldn't be closer to you. But, if that play and the tear-jerking scene that followed brought the dimmest of lights to two people who were enduring their darkest of days then it was totally worth Marquise Goodwin playing in an otherwise meaningless game.
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