In 2003, when Dallas Cowboys cornerback Dwayne Goodrich plowed into three good Samaritans on I-35, killing two of them and fleeing the scene, I hated the guy. That’s what I recall: hate. Goodrich was coming home from a topless bar. I — along with pretty much everyone else — assumed he was either so drunk that he didn’t realize he’d killed two people, or he was just scared and ran. I also assumed he was a worthless human being. Well, Goodrich got out of prison in October, and ESPN did this story about him. Seeing the court scene with Goodrich and the man he maimed brought me tears. Hard for me to hate the guy now. (Todd Archer’s accompanying piece is a worth a read. It details Goodrich’s efforts to share his story and keep other people from making the same mistakes he did.)
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