For some reason, I remain surprised when 300 lb. men die in triple-digit heat. Either way, it remains a damn shame. ‘Til the other side, man.
I think I’m going back to Durham tomorrow. Yes, I’m still in Atlanta. Got so planted that I hooked up a wireless router at JR’s apartment. When you begin to hook up office equipment at someone else’s house, you’ve officially relocated, even if for a really short time.
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Man, that shit is just sad to hear man. (Wish I could be more insightful, but shit, that shit is just sad…)
Sometimes, insight would be little more than clutter.
Yea me being a football player it is always scary to hear about this. Bottom line this is more than a game-we DO choose to do it, but it is not a game.
BOMANI JONES-The Nomad
I thought amphetamines were for baseball players?
dude- he died in 65 degree heat – which makes his death even sadder. and what’s up with all of mikejones’ posts? O:-)
mike jones stays repeating himself…