A moment for Adrian Peterson

By Joe Pantorno

I've been away for a while and I deeply apologize. The job hunt has been difficult and I've been taking any chance I get to freelance. So any time I did have to write went out the window. But working today during a 10 hour shift at a warehouse, my phone buzzed an update containing horrifying news.

Adrian Peterson's son is dead.

"Sheesh," I said.

That's all I could say. What else can you say? Anger isn't going to bring a beautiful two-year old child back. Hate isn't going to right the wrongs done by a coward. Of course, I felt those emotions and I'm sure many of you did as well.

Peterson is a class act. A true role model. It's beyond unfortunate, it's tragic that something like this had to happen to such a good man. And to show the kind of man that he is, he thanked his friends, fans, fellow players and family for their support on his twitter account that was covered in photos of him visiting children's hospitals, brightening the days of millions of people.

If football is his release, his escape for a few hours. Let him have at it. And gosh darn it do I hope he runs for 800 yards and 12 touchdowns.

If it's not in a loving, appropriate manner, keep your hands off of children. Innocent newcomers to such a bad place shouldn't be objected to the monsters they fear about. Whether it's the one's hiding under their bed or stumbling in from the bar. They should be protected.

Go on Adrian. Do your thing. You have an army of millions behind you for support.