When I was younger, I remember a man who gave all out effort on National Television for four and one half hours. He was named game MVP of the greatest football game I ever watched. This was due to his individual effort for the benefit of the team. As I watched his teammates carry him off the field, I had a new favorite player until his retirement. That man was Kellen Winslow. He gave it his all on the field that day and his team won. That was a great story. It is a crying shame that the events of this past Saturday where his good-for-nothing son ranted about his team's loss to a left for dead Tennessee team will taint (at least a little bit) one of the greatest memories I keep with me. The shame is not on Kellen Winslow the player, it is on Kellen Winslow the father. I wish that kid would see it as clearly as I do. My parents drilled it into my head my whole life that I was a reflection on them. I still remember that everyday. My advise to Kellen Winslow, II would be this: You had a bad day and all of America saw it. You can still be a credit to both your parents and your University, but only if you want to.
