Stuart Scott, a sports icon, legend, and trailblazer passed away at the age of 49 after a 7 year battle with the worst monster alive: CANCER. For many of us, Stuart Scott’s passing is the equivalent of losing a cousin, uncle or best friend. He was in our homes and in our lives by means of Sports Center. We looked forward to his colorful analysis of games using phrases such as “BOOYAH” and “BOOMSHAKALALA”. Let’s not forget, he was as “Cool as the other side of the pillow. He was a brave Black man who was not afraid to bring the black culture and hip hop culture to the Flagship. He didn’t conform when many would have.
I called him Superman because that’s who he was to us. He went to chemo, then did P90x. Who does that? Super Stuart does. He remained steadfast in the face of a disease that was eating away at his body. He refused to let cancer beat him. Super Stuart fought the good fight, and kept his head held high for his family, friends, and us.
Today I saw grown men cry. I saw grown men use their fore arms to hold themselves up on the anchor desk, blinking repeatedly to make the tears “go away” …voices crackling and repeated swallowing. Those are all of the things we do to try “not” to cry. Twitter, Facebook and Instagram are flooded with tributes. That makes me think that Superman really can’t ever be gone.
RIP Stuart Scott