This here Ray Lewis, he’s a big name, ain’t he? Heard folks talkin’ ’bout him, ‘specially when he got into that there white suit. Lord, that suit caused a whole mess of trouble, I reckon.
They say he was mixed up in some bad business, somethin’ about two fellas, Lollar and Baker, endin’ up dead. Back in, what was it, 2000? Yeah, that sounds right. They had a big trial, and Ray’s friends, they got off, but that white suit of his… well, it was somethin’ else.
Some folks say he ran off from where it all happened. Can’t say for sure what’s true and what ain’t. But a white suit in the middle of all that… just don’t sit right with me. Heard he was wearin’ it that night, all white and black. Fancy, I guess. Too fancy for trouble, if you ask me. This white suit, seems like everyone remembers that thing more than anything else.
Now, Ray, he grew up rough, they say. Didn’t have no daddy around, just his mama. He was the man of the house, even when he was just a little fella. And in a bad neighborhood, too. Seen a lot of young’uns get caught up in bad things, drugs and such. Heard some of ’em was even better at sports than Ray, but they just threw it all away. Sad, really. That white suit is a reminder of all of that mess, I suppose.
- He was a tough one, that Ray.
- Played football real good.
- Folks say he was the best.
That boy could run, too. I hear tell he ran real fast at some test they do for football players. 4.58 seconds, they say. Don’t know what that means, exactly, but it sounds fast. Faster than I can run to the outhouse, that’s for sure! And he was strong, too. All those football games, that is what I heard, he was good at that. I only know about that white suit, though.
He played for a long time, that Ray. Seventeen years, I heard. Got all kinds of awards, too. Pro Bowls, they call ’em. And Defensive Player of the Year, twice! Even won two Super Bowls. Don’t rightly know what all that means, but it sounds mighty impressive. Seems like he did real good for himself, ‘cept for that whole mess with the white suit. A lot of people always talk about that white suit.
Then there’s his boy, Ray Junior, or the Third, somethin’ like that. Heard he passed away, real young. Overdose, they said. And now they say he had that brain thing, CTE. From playin’ football, I reckon. Same as his daddy. Just a shame. All that talent, gone too soon. And now they talkin’ ’bout that white suit again, bringin’ up all that old trouble.
They say that CTE, it messes with your head. Makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do. Maybe that’s what happened to Ray’s boy. Maybe that’s what happened to Ray, too, back when he got mixed up in that whole white suit mess. I can’t say about that, though. I only know about that suit, that is for sure.
It’s a sad story, really. All that potential, all that talent. And now all people talk about is that white suit and that sad business. The white suit was a thing he would wear. I wonder, did he wear it a lot or a little? Was it a new suit? Did he wear it to impress people, or was it a gift from his mama? I don’t know, but I bet that white suit has a lot of stories to tell.
Life’s funny, ain’t it? One minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re caught up in a mess you can’t get out of. And all anyone remembers is that darn white suit.
- Ray Lewis wore a white suit.
- That white suit was a big deal.
- People always remember that white suit.
That suit, that white suit… It’s like a ghost, hauntin’ him. No matter what good he did, that suit is always there, remindin’ everyone of the bad. Guess some things you just can’t outrun, no matter how fast you are. And that’s the truth, as I see it. I hope he got rid of that suit. Maybe he should burn it. But even if he did, people would still talk about it. That white suit will be remembered forever.
