The temporal lobe is our lock to life's time machine. Some moments pick it, others have the key.


Columbine. Virginia Tech. Aurora.


Times when the word "innocent" is robbed by cowardly, unthinkable acts.


I cover sports in Buffalo. That is my job. I get paid to share sports news and stories with viewers.

Most days it's a blessing. I get to live my childhood dream.

But as I type these somber words, I'm left to wonder...

Who will dream for the 20 children who lost their lives?

Who will dream for the six adults who died serving our nation's youth?

Who will dream for the children who survived a living nightmare?

Many questions that no one can answer. Many dinner tables that no one will speak at. Many parents forced to explain what no one can.


When the smoke clears, we will return to our natural way of life.

Laughing, smiling, and in a sense, forgetting what has happened.

How we move on is in the power of the beholder.

For many, time heals pain. It ignores the past, deflects the questions and rescues us from our inundated state.

For others, family and friends help us grieve. Many of us may not know the victims personally, but whether you're a parent, a child or a believer in a civil world, we can empathize.

Some choose religion, believing this is all part of God's plan.

In times like these, I don't like God's plan. So, I put my faith in the immortality of sports.


The late legendary sportscaster Howard Cosell once said, "Sports is human life in microcosm."

I work in a world of box scores and highlights, not mass shootings and children dying.

When these tragic moments happen, people take refuge in sports. It's a natural diversion from the horrors of reality.

How am I supposed to talk about sports and serve as a distraction for people, when the perils of the day burn inside me?

I'm left questioning myself and if I'm capable. Then, I remember. I work in sports.


We're born, we live and we die. That's human life in its simplest form. What's most important is that we lived.

We play, we win, we lose or we tie. That's sports in its purest form. What's most important is that we played.

Teams you care about are your children for life.

A bond, nurtured with time and allegiance, grows stronger. They fail. They succeed. And fail again.

Through thick and thin, sports will always be there. Sports are immortal and will never be outlived.

We will lose loved ones. We will lose those we put our trust in and those we care for, just for the world to take them away from us. But, we will never lose our memories.

We can only hope for better ones.

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