So many people have something to say about Cortland Finnegan, about the violent way he left this earth. Unlike the senseless tragedies that often cause us to question our faith, this event helped many of us see the world as good, and just. We can all understand why he was taken from us so young.
Finnegan antagonized a man who could easily rip his head off, and that's exactly what happened. Many of us will never forget his ugly red head, rolling free down the gridiron, shaped, oddly, just like a football, oozing a smelly brown fluid, just like a crushed tree roach. No man should be exterminated like a roach, but then Finnegan was never a man.
But we shouldn't dwell on the way Finnegan died, we should celebrate what he was known for. I'll begin, and you can add your own memories and thoughts.
I remember Courtland Finnegan. He wasn't a cheap shot artist, more of a cheap shot plagiarist. He didn't have the talent to be a true artist, so he was condemned to hack work, but he was as enthusiastic about it as a retarded labrador.
He was the skankiest twink on a team rich in skanky twinks. That takes some doing. He was Bud Adams favorite catamite, and there's a long line of those, beginning with Jeff Fisher. Rising to the top couldn't have been easy, but he was up to the challenge. No one could service Bud quite like Cortland Finnegan, it must be said.
I can't go on...there's just too much.