What does Tony Dungy’s late son have to do with the Super Bowl-winning coach’s admission that he would have passed on openly-gay pass rusher Michael Sam in the draft? Everything, according to those lurking in the darkest recesses of the Twitterverse.
That’s a legit question for Tony Dungy tho. Does he think his son and Michael Sam both end up in hell? Eat your bible dick
— ( . Y . ) (@HoodCertified) July 22, 2014
“The late night call was totally unexpected,” Lauren Dungy writes in Uncommon Marriage: Learning about Lasting Love and Overcoming Life’s Obstacles Together regarding the Christmastime 2005 suicide of her and Tony Dungy’s son. “This was our precious, tender-hearted Jamie, the most compassionate and loving of our children. The Jamie who was always befriending those without a friend–kids of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds; not just tall, athletic, confident types like him. This was the child who brought home lost animals of every variety. This was the boy, so like my dad, who never met a stranger.”
Almost a decade after his child’s passing, Tony Dungy’s detractors rub raw the wound. For opining that Sam brought too much distraction to justify drafting, Dungy is painfully discovering just how loud of a circus surrounds the Rams player.
Was Michael Sam the one who distracted Tony Dungy from noticing his son was suicidal?
— Brian Biscieglia (@BrianBiscieglia) July 21, 2014
Tony Dungy wouldn’t draft Sam becuz he is gay. Lowkey I bet Dungy’s son that killed himself was gay. Ppl gotta grow up.
— Konscience Tip (@BDuvall) July 22, 2014
Tony Dungy always knows what’s best for EVERYONE else. Didn’t take 2 seconds off from work to try to save his son who committed suicide.
— Jeff Moss (@JeffMossDSR) July 21, 2014
Tony Dungy thinks everyone should follow religion, just like his junkie son who killed himself.
— sevenwithcheese (@sevenwithcheese) July 22, 2014
If you can’t say something nice about someone, say it on Twitter. From the people who brought you such deep thoughts as “Having a bad hair day” and “Cats r so cute” comes the unintentionally ironic effort to condemn hatred in 140 characters or less by embodying it. In the twentieth century, these people scribbled on bathroom walls.
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