Seth was in a Ford Fiesta with four teammates. They were two tenths of a mile from the site of the meet at Apple Valley Golf Course. Some witnesses say the 16-year-old driver of the Fiesta was going too fast down a hill when he smashed into a Ford Windstar driven by a teammate's mother. Seth was thrown halfway out, and the Fiesta rolled on top of him. As emergency workers cut the roof off the car, people arriving for a race that was never going to be run encountered a scene that they will never forget.
There's an old toast: May your house be too small to hold all your friends. Seth couldn't even fit all of his in a church. Hundreds of people lined up for three hours to view his body last Saturday at Fourth Street Methodist Church in Fairmont.
Seth even figured out a way to lead after he was gone. On his Web site, friends posted hundreds of messages of sorrow and memories. But the best item was already there.
Dear Dad Upstairs,
Please hear our prayers
If you want it to be
You can count on me
NHL Road Trip
The Reels on The Bus
The Toronto Maple Leafs have simple tastes in celluloid heroes. During a weather-delayed, late-night bus trip from Edmonton to a practice site in Banff last week, the Leafs staved off sleep by watching a triple feature of Ace Ventura, Tommy Boy and Dumb and Dumber. We can only guess that Sense and Sensibility was rented out.
A Sportswriter's Wrongs
Players, coaches and fans who act like buffoons are criticized in this space from time to time, and so should sportswriters. Exhibit A: Jason Whitlock, a sports columnist for The Kansas City Star. Whitlock was in the press box at Foxboro Stadium for the Kansas City Chiefs-New England Patriots game on Oct. 11. As the Pats built an early lead en route to a 40-10 victory, several fans began good-naturedly taunting the writers from Kansas City. That happens from time to time in Foxboro, where the fans in section 308 sit adjacent to the press box.
Most writers ignore the fans, but not Whitlock, who has developed a reputation for outrageousness in his column and on his local radio and television talk shows. He held up two handwritten signs to bait the fans, who were shivering in a misty rain. The first read IT'S WARM IN HERE—GOOD-LOOKING WOMEN, TOO, and the second said BLEDSOE GAY? PATS SUCK. After a few minutes, during which Whitlock's taunting messages caused what one bystander called "quite a ruckus" in the stands, security personnel confiscated the signs.
The NFL and the Pro Football Writers Association heard about the incident, but no action had been taken as of Monday. Whitlock's column ran in the Oct. 12 editions of the Star but had not appeared since. Efforts to reach Whitlock were unsuccessful. Star spoils editor Rick Vacek said the paper did not "condone this type of behavior" and that there would be consequences.
For Whitlock we have this message: If you don't want to act like a professional journalist, give up the seat in the press box and buy a ticket.