Actually, there’s only one thing really worth remembering: At the very best, he’s an accomplice to murder. At the very worst, he himself is an actual murderer. That’s it.
This article by Rick Reilly was written in January of 2001. That’s about a year after the double murder, and a week before Lewis’s team, the Ravens, played in the Super Bowl. Here’s a bit from Reilly’s story, which is amazingly written, and also very sad:
The key to the Super Bowl is making sure your unblockable star linebacker, Ray Lewis, doesn’t have any distractions that might affect his play … You’d hate to have anybody bring up the two men he and his pals left bleeding on a street corner in Atlanta after last year’s Super Bowl. You’d hate to have anybody mention the two men — one a hairstylist whose fiancée had a baby on the way, the other an artist who sent money to help out his grandma — who were left dying from knife wounds as Lewis and his pals sped away in his rented 40-foot Lincoln Navigator limo.