Tragedy has a way of putting things in perspective.
This week I would have likely spilled a lot of ink analyzing Dak Prescott’s four turnovers last weekend against South Carolina, how detrimental they were and how he could ill-afford to have a repeat performance against Texas A&M this week.
But now all of that seems so irrelevant in the overall scheme of things.
Prescott’s mother Peggy lost her battle with terminal colon cancer on Sunday, just hours after her youngest son walked off the field in Columbia. It would be the final time she saw her son before passing away.
It is in moments like these that sports take a backseat to what is really important in life – family.
My family means a great deal to me. Without their support I certainly would not be where I am today. My parents have certainly sacrificed a great deal to help me attain goals throughout my life and done so unselfishly.
On Jan. 27, 2011, I had settled into my usual spot on press row to watch Mississippi State host Vanderbilt. Rick Stansbury’s Bulldogs had jumped out to an early and Humphrey Coliseum was rocking. During a timeout, I looked down at my phone and saw several missed calls from my sister and a frantic text to call as soon as possible.
I ducked into the media room beneath the stands to find out that my father had suffered a heart attack and was being rushed to the hospital in an attempt to save his life. I immediately left and headed towards Columbus almost as fast as my Mustang would take me (I was pulled over doing 110 MPH).
Despite my efforts, I was unable to make it to the hospital in time to say my goodbyes before my father was taken in to surgery.
Luckily, Dr. Joon Chang at Baptist Memorial Hospital in Columbus was able to save my father’s life and I’m proud to say he is alive and well today.
My story had a happy ending and I cannot imagine the grief Prescott and his family have endured the past few days.
This is not the first time I have had to write about death. The tragic turn of events that took the life of MSU defensive end Nick Bell three years ago, nor sitting in the living room of former Baltimore Ravens offensive lineman Orlando Bobo’s mother as she spoke about her son’s life that had unexpectedly ended just hours before, is not why I chose this line of work.
But it is in these times that I am reminded that the outcome of a game is far less immaterial than the people who played in it.
Logan Lowery (logan.lowery@ journalinc.com) covers MSU for the Daily Journal. He blogs daily at insidemsusports.com.