Stuart Scott, Voice of a Generation

Stuart Scott was one of the voices of my generation, yet he’s been silent since 2015. His death was sad, since by all accounts he led an exemplary life, but it was also anticlimactic. Because of a long cancer struggle, he hadn’t seemed like himself for years. When somebody goes out like Scott did—cut down in what should have been his prime, yet already in the process of being forgotten—you’re never quite sure he’s gone. Every few months, in the throes of insomnia or mania or some combination thereof, I’ll turn on SportsCenter expecting to see him and Rich Eisen trading half-funny wisecracks, only to discover that he isn’t there.