As most of us should know, this Friday is the anniversary of the late great Sean Taylor's death.  As a young fan of the Redskins and a football player myself, I looked up to Sean Taylor.  I remember wanting to be just like him, to be able to play with such tenacity week in and week out.  He was the life of the defense, and when he passed, it felt like my heart just stopped, and I never even met him or was able to watch him in person, something I deeply regret now.  Being able to get away from your past and focus on your family would not be easy, but Sean did it, he gave himself a second chance and that is something that we should all admire.  After law trouble, its amazing that someone can move on from something they have been doing all their life, move on so far that he didn't even want a gun in his house.  I always think about how amazing it would be to watch an outstanding player paired up with another one (LaRon).  No doubt in my mind that LaRon would turn into a top flight pro bowl, all-pro, future HOF safety under Sean's direction, not that he won't anyway (fingers crossed).  But the way he carried himself on the field scared people, especially cowgirls, it was so much fun to watch.  My most memorable thoughts of Sean will always be him vs. TO.  I am an avid TO hater along with the rest of you, and Sean showed it everytime.  I loved watching him scare TO and getting those cheap shots in, even if i know its not right, its TO.  I know Santana and Clinton will remember and try their hardest to get a win for their teammate and friend.  I'm counting on Clinton getting in the game next Sunday and running wild on the Eagles.  So this Friday, on his 26th birthday, I will be wearing his jersey in honor and rememberence of a legend.  I hope that every Redskin fan remembers the Meast, and think about his daughter and his family who will have to live without a father and son.  We all know that he is gone, but he will never be forgotten. 

                                                                                                R.I.P. #21.