As was the case with my dear friend and colleague Karl Pearson in Kickoff ’11, Mike’s final byline appeared in our high school football edition.
Nine days after his death, on Sept. 3, 1998, Mike’s story on an underappreciated group of guys — offensive linemen — appeared in Kickoff ’98. It was an appropriate final act in a life spent caring about others more than himself.
Tonight, his brainstorm, named appropriately in his honor, turns 15.
And while I still can’t believe “The Scully Match” has been around that long already, it’s difficult for me to comprehend it’s been 15 years since his passing. Less than a month later, I lost my mother.
And, yes, I realize I haven’t been the same since, further weakened and lessened as a person with the losses of Karl in Aug. 21, 2011 and my dear friend, Joe Pete, on Jan. 26, 2012
When we lose people who play such huge parts in not only our own existences, but also the well being of our community, it seems we spend the rest of our lives trying to find a salve to heal the wounds.
Tonight at beautiful Lakeside Gymnasium, we’ll apply another dab.
Those who had the pleasure of knowing Mike Scully will never forget him. He truly was a larger-than-life character filled with character. If you’ve read this far, perhaps those who never had the pleasure have an idea what the name that goes with tonight’s celebration of sport means.
And you can bet, The Skull will be looking down tonight, with a twinkle in his now-healthy eyes and an appreciative smile on his face.
McCormack is the sports editor of the Star Beacon. Reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org.