As part of V Week, ESPN is honoring the life and legacy of anchor Stuart Scott on the fifth anniversary of his death from cancer in 2015.
Scott’s family aren’t the only ones celebrating his legacy. Prior to tip off against the Ohio State Buckeyes on Wednesday night, the North Carolina Tar Heels players honored the famous broadcaster by rocking pregame shirts that had a cartoon version of Scott on the front, 247sports.com reports. The front also included a phrase that the former ESPN anchor regularly used when he hosted “Late Night with Roy Williams.”
“This is what it’s all about. It’s on the floor. It’s on your shirt. And it’s in your heart,” Scott used to say, while pointing to the UNC logo on the court, per the report.
Meanwhile, Scott’s daughters Taelor, 24, and Sydni, 20, penned a touching message to their father about his impact and what his legacy means to them.
Check out what they had to say below (via ESPN).
Sydni: It was always so funny to me when people asked me if you were the same at home as you were on television. Funny because you were the most singularly authentic person I’d ever known, and your TV personality wasn’t a fabricated persona but an extension of who you always were as a person. But how could anyone understand that? How could I ever explain?
And that’s the curious thing about you. There were never adequate words to describe you and the way in which you touched so many lives. And now still, there are no words to describe what it is like to continue to live in a world without you.
Taelor: Your influence on our lives is certainly still tangible. Despite never managing to develop an interest in participating in or playing them, I grew up with the culture of sports ingrained as an ESPN kid. I was the second baby born at the newly established ESPN2. Take your kid to work day meant I could pick up a cool new McDonald’s toy to add to my collection in your office. I might end up making a big spider web out of your ties all while you typed away, squinting at the words you wrote on your computer screen. We would walk down halls with rooms of sport archives, buttons and screens on our way to go visit our buddies. Former SportsCenter anchor Rich Eisen and producer Leslie Wymer would give me pennies to put in my big overall pocket or buy Girl Scout cookies. I have an early memory of being small and waking up in a port-a-crib in someone’s darkened office, listening to you and mom and your friends talking after work. I fell asleep to the sound of you laughing in someone’s cubicle outside the door.
Sydni: Growing up, there was no soccer without you. I can’t remember a time before you began buckling me into the backseat of your car, my legs not even long enough to touch the floor, and driving to games as the first few thumping notes from the “Rocky” soundtrack blared from your speakers. Every single game. Always “Rocky.” And every single time, I’d excitedly beg you to turn the volume up, all the way until the bass shook the frame of the car. Eventually I was old enough to ride in the front seat and control the volume and song selection myself, and still, we listened to “Rocky” every single game.
When I was little, they were just songs. Songs that were vaguely associated with those movies you were always so excited to watch. I run track at Columbia now, and every time I close my eyes, put my headphones in my ears and begin my warm-up, those same thrumming notes pour out, and I recognize that these songs are pieces of you that are left behind for me.
Taelor: One take Taelor to work day, I was sitting on the floor in the corner of a big ESPN conference room during a production meeting. Writers, producers and talent had gathered to discuss a retrospective on the life and impact of the great Muhammad Ali. The man was your idol, hung the moon and lit it in your eyes. You always told me, with pride, about the time you packed up my diaper bag and took me down to New York to see him, to just lay eyes on The Greatest. And there on that day, I sat in a room of TV people and sports experts tasked with doing what seemed impossible: coming to terms with the end of The Greatest.
You didn’t ultimately have to. He left after you.
Mom found the picture you took of me and Muhammad Ali in a box of your things about six months ago. He’s holding me, and I’m crying, and I’m guessing you are, too, out of frame behind the camera.
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SOURCE: EUR Web – Ny Magee