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Sad, depressing year in sports crime. Much less funny than usual, was 2007. Normally at this time of year, we’re talking about how many NFL defensive tackles had clouds of spleef smoke spill out of their driver-side windows during “routine traffic stops,” or how many SEC schools let their starting backfields off after they were caught boosting overhead projectors from the university media labs.
Not in 2007. This year the theme was murder and shootings, paralysis and brutal forcible rape. Not since the Rae Carruth era have we seen such grave and disturbing crimes infect the sports world, and probably never before in such quantity: in 2007, we saw murder cases involving a Montana football player (James “Jimmy” Leon Wilson); a onetime NFL running back prospect gone off the rails (Arizona State’s Loren Wade), and a Penn State linebacker (LaVon Chisley).
We saw a case in which a football player committed a carjacking and then shot at highway patrolmen who gave chase; we saw stalking, rape, and gang-style “wilding”; we saw a top baseball prospect sending his wife a menacing picture of a gun on her cell phone (and surviving to get a new start with a new team). Normally we see NFL players busted for solicitation; this year, we saw an NFL linebacker busted for being a pimp.
Even the requisite O.J. Simpson/comic-relief bust, a nearly annual staple of the sports-crime-reporting business, was a pretty serious felony this time around. In short, it was a bad year, a year in which the trivial and humorous tended to be shoved aside by the frankly violent and felonious.
More and more often now, we see crime stories involving currently rostered major college and professional athletes who are involved in no-joke, real-world organized gang activities, whether it’s drug dealing (a Montana State coke-dealing football clique scored a coup when it became the first group of American athletes ever to be described as a cartel), home-invasion robbery (there were reports of football players serially committing armed home invasions in Idaho and Texas), or, in the case of one celebrated pro quarterback, dogfighting.
In that sense, Michael Vick was, on the surface anyway, the athlete perhaps most representative of what was new in sports crime this year: he was a star athlete who had it all but still couldn’t let go of “the life.” In the old days, the poor kid from the Oklahoma white-trash trailer park or the Newport News ghetto who got the big full-ride scholarship saw that as his ticket out. But increasingly, that just isn’t the way it goes anymore. Now the life follows you all the way to the show.
