This post is about hating change. This post is about growing up. This post should be related to how you treat someone with ideas different from yours.
Stu Scott, one of the most recognizable anchors at ESPN, is a victim of cancer. Notes about hate after the jump, but first, this from ESPN:
"Stuart Scott, a longtime anchor at ESPN, died Sunday morning at the age of 49.
Among the features of the new ESPN studio in Bristol is a wall of catchphrases made famous by on-air talent over the years. An amazing nine of them belong to one man -- from his signature "Boo-Yah!" to "As cool as the other side of the pillow" to "He must be the bus driver cuz he was takin' him to school."
If you're even a casual observer of sports, you recognize those catchphrases and many more as belonging to Scott. And that begs a interesting question:
How many of us couldn't stand Stuart Scott when he arrived on the scene and boomed his first"Boo-Yah?" While many would say "not me", the reality is that his new style of sports reporting was devisive. Many (if not most) of us couldn't stand it when we first heard it. It grew on us over time, and eventually became part of our lives.
What does that say about us? Some would say since Scott was black, there might have been some racism in that. While that might have been true in some cases, even the good, non-racist people of the world couldn't stand it because he blew up the model of how sports highlights got presented.
He was riffing pop culture into his craft long before it became popular via the explosion of the web.
I watched the tributes to Scott on Sunday and remembered how I felt when I first heard him. Nails to a chalkboard. I feel myself becoming much more tolerant of differences as I get older, and Stuart Scott has a part in that - bigger than I realized before the tributes started coming on Sunday after he passed away.
He had ideas that transcended our normal framing of diversity or race and a most importantly - a big microphone.
The world's a better place for Stuart Scott refusing to do it any way but his own.
RIP Stuart Scott.