I will never consider myself to be a wordsmith. I'm the stereotype of a venomous message board blogger who can sometimes pull a decent piece out of my ass.

Just a fan who writes incoherently off just raw emotion and not exactly thinking before I type. I don't bother with using $5 words or breaking out the thesaurus to sound smarter than I am. I talk how I write. I write like I'm at a bar telling folks how I feel. I want it come off as natural as possible or just me being me.

I'm telling you all of this because the written word isn't my strongest suit, but I think what sets me apart from others is that I'm always willing to admit I was wrong. When you make a mistake, you are taught to not dwell on it for that long. Just look forward to the future instead of looking to the past. However, mistakes can be lessons of wisdom. And while the past cannot be changed, the future is what will defy you.

In a sports sense, I'm not talking about being called out for a wrong take and saying "My bad. We all make mistakes." Normally, sports guys never cough up to being wrong unless it is begrudgingly brought to their attention by a fan or caller, in which a flippant response will probably follow.

I use being wrong as an example of trying to figure out why I was so wrong. To analyze myself and learn from it. To learn to be a better blogger or even a better person. 

Wait? How does being a better person occur after writing about Xs and Os or rage storms of diatribe about the Bills or Sabres?

It happens when you call out a player while wrongly detaching their emotion to it.

That's what happened last year with Marcell Dareus and myself.

At some point, I had Tweeted out that Dareus had been a disappointment and trotted out the stat at how like 7 players drafted in the top 10 or whatever, made the pro bowl, while he didn't.

At that point I got a few tweets back calling my a jerk or critiquing my stance because Dareus had lost his brother a month earlier. I don't exactly remember how I approached being called out, but I'm pretty sure I was defensive about it.

Looking back, I don't even know what the fuck I was thinking. How could I just call the guy out and not really acknowledge what the guy was going through. To be a football guy instead of an actual person with feelings like that was just stupid on my part. Just a typical dumb fan who only cares about the results on the field and thinking athletes are just robots who wear no emotions on their sleeves. 

While a lot of times I don't care what athletes do off the field, I need to sometimes realize those outside events do affect them and I should be a bit more sensitive about it and not worry about a player being great. The fact that the guy didn't miss any games because of the death is pretty remarkable. I should have talked more about the guts he'd shown to keep on working while he was grieving for his family.

Now that's greatness. 

Obviously, I hope Dareus becomes a great player, but more importantly, I hope he's at peace and a stronger person because of his loss.