I doubt its suicide. I read a link about his death on another message board and someone posted his myspace url. I think myspace has deleted his page because when I clicked on it there is an error now. Here is some qoutes from his myspace while it was still up that I found on another forum. "Tall, Dark, ******ish and but on the real tip, i'm a 6'7.1/2" f-f-f-football player and chillin wit my peeps iz wat i do. I hate being threatened and if i am, i'm like a pitbull backed into a corner. Don't let my playful and comical attitude fool ya cause i'm not playin and i'm not dieing. And oh yea..... **** YOU" Here's a comment he left on one of his friends myspace page. "Dungy 12/21/2005 9:23:00 AM can't talk 2 nobody n e more" Here was the link to his myspace page that doesnt work anymore. http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=41899442
It's terrible that this happened. He was so young. It appears he had a lot of support. To put them through a suicide is a horrible thing to do. I just don't understand it. He seemingly had everything going for him. There's a lot more people in the world worse off who don't take their lives. It's just sad.
Cool, I am a Bears fan as well. I re-adopted my "original hometown" Bears after the Oilers left town. Just haven't gotten into the Texans thing - at least not yet.
My heart goes out to Dungy-- a class act. Why was James' girlfriend going out for a walk at 1AM? How can you kill yourself in 10 minutes without it being obviously a suicide (no wounds)?
I think ever. He was already talking about possibly quitting this year if they won so he could spend more time with his family.
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, For nothing now can ever come to any good. W. H. Auden
