ESPN gets a lot of bad press in the blog world but this is a very interesting story about the death of Tony Harris in Brazil.
Last night, he thought he was dead for sure. This morning, a plan begins to form. He asks Brent Merritt, a friend from Seattle who played here, to call the team. He follows up with an e-mail, asking Brent to call back if he doesn’t hear from him. Ask to speak to me, he instructs. But then a thought enters his head: What if the team has someone pretend to be him? What would Brent do? He needs a test. Yes, a test. That’s it. So he gives Brent a password of sorts. Ask the person claiming to be me what the name of my dog is. If he doesn’t say Enya, then it ain’t me.