My high school was the victim of Luke for years. Luke was amazing. His Sr. year we beat him in league and one of my friends when he tried to tackle Luke, went low and hit Luke's knee with his helmet. My friend got a concussion. Luke killed in track and b-ball too. He was an amazing athlete.

After my freshman year at BYU, the wonderful people of Brazil delayed my visa so I couldn't leave until Dec. 2001. That season was special. My grandfather was a long time die hard BYU fan. He was there at all of the holiday bowls, the 1984 game, the miracle bowl, you name it he'd been there faithfully cheering on his BYU Cougars.

Fast forward to 2001. My grandfather was legally blind due to glaucoma and macular degeneration. Every Saturday I went over to his home to announce the games for him, giving him the play by play. Luke was absolutely electrifying that season. My grandfather and I anxiously awaited every Saturday to see what Luke would do.

When I told my grandfather that Luke went down in the Miss. St. game, he groaned and sighed. The following Tuesday, I left for Sao Paulo and the Brazil MTC. What makes Luke my favorite player wasn't that 2001 season but what happened next.

Sometime after the season, either in the spring or summer, Luke found out what a big fan my grandfather was. Unannounced, Luke showed up at my grandfather's home and spent a Sunday afternoon talking with him. For years my grandfather talked about the day Luke Staley visited him. For me, that unsolicited act of kindness, will always separate Luke in my book.