DEAD TATUM: It's Too Bad He Had Only ONE Leg Cut Off! Two, Plus Some Nice Cancer Would Have Been Justice Served To This Coward!
J. Fartlington Poopnagel
Stingley went through during the 29 years he lived in a wheelchair and
with breathing devices.
And YES, you fuckin' bleedin' hearts, you would feel the same if your
son [or daughter] was put through what Tatum unnecessarily put Darryl
through.
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"Jack Tatum dies: Oakland Raiders 'Assassin' was 61"
By Matt Schudel
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, July 28, 2010; B05
Jack Tatum, 61, a defensive back for the Oakland Raiders whose bone-
jarring tackles earned him the nickname "the Assassin," died July 27
at a hospital in Oakland, Calif., after a heart attack.
Mr. Tatum, a free safety whose relatively slight size belied his
ferocity on the field, was a three-time All Pro player with the
Raiders during his 10-year career. An NFL Films documentary ranked him
as the sixth-hardest hitter in pro football history.
His tackle of Minnesota Vikings receiver Sammy White in the 1977 Super
Bowl has become famous in video features of football's most
devastating tackles. White had just caught a pass in the center of the
field when Mr. Tatum ran into him, colliding head-to-head. White's
helmet flew off and rolled five yards up the field.
"I play a hard-hitting game," Mr. Tatum said in the NFL Films
documentary. "I just like to have the receivers think about me a
little bit while they're trying to catch the ball."
Mr. Tatum's most notorious tackle occurred in a preseason game in
1978, when he leveled wide receiver Darryl Stingley of the New England
Patriots. Stingley was leaping to catch a pass when Mr. Tatum drilled
him, breaking two vertebrae in Stingley's back. Stingley remained
paralyzed until his death in 2007.
Mr. Tatum never apologized for his crushing tackle, which was legal
under NFL rules, and some football historians think his lack of
remorse kept him out of the Pro Football Hall of Fame.
"It was one of those things that happens that everyone regrets," Gene
Upshaw, a Raiders lineman in that game who became executive director
of the NFL Players Association, later said. "I know a lot of people in
New England think differently, but Jack had no intention of hurting
him. I saw him hit people like that a lot of times. That was the way
he played."
Mr. Tatum said he attempted to visit Stingley in the hospital but was
rebuffed by Stingley's family.
Within a year, the NFL changed some of its rules regarding pass
defense, and many of Mr. Tatum's signature helmet-to-helmet tackles
would not be allowed in today's game.
John David Tatum was born Nov. 18, 1948, in Cherryville, N.C., and
grew up in Passaic, N.J. Even though he did not play football until
his sophomore year of high school, he became an all-state standout and
was recruited to Ohio State University as a running back.
The Buckeyes' coach, Woody Hayes, converted the 5-foot-10, 200-pound
Mr. Tatum to defensive back, where he became a two-time all-American.
He was elected to the College Football Hall of Fame in 2004.
With the Raiders, Mr. Tatum joined a talented secondary that included
Willie Brown and George Atkinson. Known mostly for his fearsome
tackles, Mr. Tatum was hardly a one-dimensional player. He intercepted
37 passes during his NFL career, including six in 1976, when the
Raiders had a regular-season record of 13-1. They capped their year by
defeating Minnesota, 32-14, in Super Bowl XI.
In a 1972 playoff game against the Pittsburgh Steelers, Mr. Tatum had
a role in the "Immaculate Reception" play that has become one of the
most famous moments in NFL history. With 22 seconds left in the game,
and the Raiders leading 7-6, Steelers quarterback Terry Bradshaw threw
a fourth-down pass to running back John "Frenchy" Fuqua. Mr. Tatum
crashed into Fuqua at the moment the pass arrived, sending the ball
hurtling through the air.
Steelers running back Franco Harris grabbed the deflected pass just
before it touched the ground and rambled into the end zone to complete
a 60-yard touchdown play and give the Steelers the win.
In retirement, Mr. Tatum invested in real estate and restaurants and
wrote three autobiographies, each with the word "assassin" in the
title. He suffered from diabetes and, several years ago, had a leg
amputated.
Survivors include his wife, Denise; and three children.
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ldnayman
Don't be such a pussy.
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Jack Tatum Killed Darryl Stingley, And We Made Him Do It
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Football fans for decades have demanded bigger, stronger, faster
players and harder hits. Jack Tatum gave you what you wanted. Were you
not entertained?
When Jack Tatum died yesterday, everyone dredged up all the old
chestnuts about how mean he was, how he was the hardest hitter in the
game, how he paralyzed Darryl Stingley and never apologized. It's the
same media cycle as when Stingley passed away three years ago. It's
most telling that these are the only two times people want to discuss
what happened, because the truth is, most of the time we'd rather not
think about it.
Hits. We want hits. The more brutal, the better the highlight reel.
For four years, ESPN had a halftime segment on Monday Night Football
called "Jacked Up!," featuring the hardest hits of the week. In 2005,
ESPN news director Vince Doria explained:
We make it a point to show clean hits, involving no serious
injuries. We're spotlighting hard hitting — which is a prominent part
of the game. It is video entertainment, and we're in the entertainment
business. I don't see it glorifying violence.
And yet, what else can you call it when you replay vicious tackles
from multiple angles, setting them to the latest P.O.D. or Godsmack
songs? It's glorification of the hit, but, as Doria said, only the
ones where no one gets injured.
What then? When a player is hurt, or god forbid, paralyzed, do we take
a hard look at the game itself? Of course not. We find a way to blame
the tackler, whether it was a dirty hit or not. Here's Tatum in 2007:
They said on ESPN the other day that I hit him in the back and
that's just a lie. It's amazing to me that they lie like that when
they can just look at the hit. They have it on tape.
And then there's this odious blog post titled "Jack Tatum Finally Goes
To Hell."
That's ludicrous. Tatum wasn't a bad person, but rather a good
football player. However he was perceived, it's because of what we
made him. His former coach John Madden had this to say yesterday:
Even though the safety co-wrote a book called "They Call Me
Assassin" after his career ended, Tatum was never called "The
Assassin" during his playing career, Madden said.
"After the book, people started to call him 'The Assassin' and say
that that was his nickname, which was never true, and that he called
himself an assassin, which he didn't," Madden said. "The story is that
he's a high school All-American and he's recruited to Ohio State as a
hitter. And he's praised to be a hitter. And he plays at Ohio State
and he's an All-American, because he's a hitter. And he goes to the
pros and is a first-round draft choice because he's a hitter.
"And then he hits a guy, the guy doesn't get up, and they call him
an assassin."
The timing of Tatum's death dovetails poignantly with the NFL's
attempt to foist the responsibility for player safety onto the players
themselves. Good luck with that. The day players decide to take it
easy on each other is the day the NFL loses its spot as most popular
sport in America.
You can't say "prevent concussions" and then go out and draft a
linebacker for his 40-yard time. You can't say "no big hits to the
head" and then add a Hit Stick to your only officially licensed video
game. You can't say "don't paralyze Darryl Stingley" when nothing gets
the crowd to its feet like a wide receiver getting laid out over the
middle.
No, it's out of the hands of the players, the league and somewhere
along the line, it got out of the hands of the fans too. We created a
Frankenstein's monster, a large, fast, demolition derby machine called
the American football player, and we wonder why it won't stop doing
what we raised it to do.
Don't blame Jack Tatum for doing what we wanted him to do. Blame him
for doing it too well. We need players like Tatum so that when it all
goes wrong on some fluke tackle, we can point to them instead of
acknowledging that horrific injury is the only logical outcome of the
game as we know it.
Nunya Bidnits
Nightcrawler
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I have only one request of the haters. Meet me someplace.
3Jane.
> > Palin'sAbortion <kink...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> >> A DESERVED DEMISE FOR DA ASSASSIN!
>
> > Asshole.
>
> I have only one request of the haters. Meet me someplace.
You mean like in a motel room?
Nunya Bidnits
Nightcrawler
"3Jane." <q3j...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> You mean like in a motel room?
LOL!
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