Really. It's just that kindof day, I guess.

The death of Minnesota Vikings player Korey Stringer has the state of Minnesota in mourning or so it seems. All sorts of details at startribune.com and pioneerplanet.com and ESPN and WCCO.

(Obviously, I'm more upset by the events of the previous two entries. I'd never met Stringer and I haven't been following the Vikings much in recent years. But Stringer was one of the good guys. I'm rather cranky that he's the Viking that had to die tragically. And that Malik Sealey was the Timberwolve who did. Why must it be the players who were kind and did a lot for the community. Who were married with small children? Not that I wish this kindof thing on anyone, but it'd be easier to take if it happened to the players who seem like complete a-holes if you know what I mean and I think you do).

(I can't imagine holding football practice in the heat we had yesterday. With full pads! Geez . . . )

Not that I'd wish it on anyone either, but it is, sadly, better to turn a nice guy into a martyr than watch an a-hole who died get celebrated when he was really ... an a-hole. Small comfort, though. Death should always be mourned.