The king is gone but he’s not forgotten. Is this the story of Johnny Rotten? It’s better to burn out, ’cause rust never sleeps, the king is gone but he’s not forgotten. -Neil Young
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Hate to this to you. I can’t help it. Whenever Thanksgiving rolls around, I can’t help but think about Reggie Lewis. They go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong. Well, here it is, that time of year again, and my thoughts turn to Reggie again. I will forever remember Reggie Lewis bursting onto the scene with the Northeastern Huskies. I will forever remember staying up late to watch Reggie and Northeastern in the Great Alaskan Shootout. I will forever remember Reggie and Northeastern post an 88-84 upset win over Never Nervous Pervis Ellison and the defending National Champion Louisville Cardinals. The rest is history. But as smooth as Reggie was on the court, he was just as gracious off of it. His annual Thanksgiving turkey giveaway was the city of Boston’s most well-known charitable event. Every year, in the Boston Globe, there would be a picture of Reggie with his shy, room brightening smile, handing a turkey to someone in desperate need of a shy, room brightening smile and something to be thankful for. Reggie gave that to them. He gave it to all of us. In my mind, that picture endures. Especially around this time. Rest in Peace Reggie.
Peace out Reggie. Six two and Even!