Stop Comparing “13 Reasons Why” and Aaron Hernandez. 

Hannah Baker isn’t Aaron Hernandez. 

I recently watched the “13 Reasons Why” series on Netflix and was blown away by the real world example of the social roller coaster that is high school. Now this year is the 10 year anniversary of me graduating from good old Auburn High School but the tv show took me back and made me think about how I used to treat people and how others were treated in my school. Some people had it easier than others. Some people were just naturally “cool” and others were naturally awkward and easy to pick on. It’s easy to see that Aaron Hernandez was the former, Hannah Baker was the latter. Aaron Hernandez was the good looking jock with everything going for him. Hannah Baker was the forgotten about awkward girl with nowhere to turn. Aaron Hernandez was a CONVICTED murderer. Hannah Baker was an INNOCENT teenage girl. Comparing the two is like comparing Apples to Oranges and completely disrespectful. There is a big difference between the people who have good hearts battling depression and bullies who threw away everything. 

Suicide isn’t a joke, But Aaron Hernandez is (was)

After taking a step back and thinking more, here are my final thoughts on the Aaron Hernandez suicide: I first feel for his four year old daughter Bc he robbed his daughter the chance of growing up with a father. I also find it interesting that we go to the defense of feelings for him yet nevermind the feelings for the families of the people he’s killed. Which are more than one. I bet you all also forgot when he wrote a New England Patriots’ fan a letter giving them suicide instructions when they wrote him expressing feelings. I also find it interesting that we love our military so much yet brush under the rug that 22 military veterans commit suicide daily but you want me to allocate feelings for a guy who gave up his right to freedom by being a shitty human being. I don’t feel bad for a man who grew up with gifted athletic abilities getting a full ride to college playing for one of the best teams in college football. Then he plays for the best NFL franchise with the best QB in history making millions of dollars. He had been given opportunities most of us can only dream of. And he threw them away. 

If you live your life by treating people harshly you will sometimes have your life end harshly. He chose his path. He could have been a good person. He wasn’t. I also think it’s laughable that people are coming to his defense saying that him committing suicide so that his daughter and family could be entitled to the money owed in his football contract was “honorable” and “caring for his daughter”. You know what is honorable and caring for your daughter? Not killing people and being a good example so he could be in his daughters life everyday. So no. While I feel that suicide definitely shouldn’t be joked about, I don’t feel bad for him. I feel terrible for his daughter and all families involved. He chose his path. The families didn’t choose to have their own murdered nor did his daughter choose to grow up without a father.

In the end, we all have our demons. Hannah Baker didn’t think that she was good enough. Aaron Hernandez realized he was good enough and couldn’t face himself knowing he threw it all away. 

– Bo
Twitter: @botilly



Being a Chicago Bears fan living in Wisconsin….

Leaving Illinois….and my love for cheese

August 1st, 2014 I became a resident of Madison Wisconsin. It was weird moving out of Illinois because I’ve spent much of my time on earth living in Rockford and Chicago. I fell in love with the city of Madison because the size of it was a happy medium between my two previous homes and the fact it’s a major sports town. Also you add the fact that people love beer and cheese here it was like god created a city specifically for me. A quick story about me to understand my love for cheese: I once got in trouble with my step mother because in the middle of the night I would sneak to the kitchen and steal Kraft singles out of my refrigerator and hide the wrappers under my mattress. Solid plan Bo. However when my step mother changed my bedsheets, probably 50 cheese wrappers spilled out onto the floor. Quite embarrassing Bo. 

A warm welcome….

I knew moving to a different state I’d meet a lot of different people with different views and ideas on things. Being the type of person I am, I welcome conversation from anyone because I love learning new things. I unfortunately didn’t take into account that moving 76.2 miles north would bring an infinite amount of hate towards everything Chicago sports. I live on the west side near the mall and my first weekend here I figured I’d go ahead and check out the new mall I would be frequenting. Being a fat kid at heart, I honestly was really interested in the foot court. I nonchalantly throw on a Chicago Bears pullover and walk out of the door. I’m now walking through the mall and the first few people I meet are wearing local Wisconsin Badgers gear and though I’m donning the Blue and Orange, acknowledge my presence with a wave and smile. “Wow! Madison has some really nice people!” I thought. Until this old lady with a walker shows up….

The crusty middle finger….

Ever inching closer towards the food court I can smell pizza, Chinese food and tacos. Anyone who knows me knows these are a few of my favorite things. I also know you just read that last sentence and thought of the song “My Favorite Things” from The Sound of Music. Only thing separating me from delicious food is this old lady with a walker. In my time on earth I feel old people are generally nice humans. They don’t really have any more stress because well, they are old. This lady did not fall into that category. She looked stressed as if she was trying to run away from the Italian mafia chasing her for her social security money. Yet I’ve seen sloths with more agility and quickness than her. I could sense the devastation in her eyes as teenagers and booger eating 4 year olds passed her with ease. Then, she saw me. Getting closer, I noticed under her fur jacket was a faded Brett Favre jersey. She realized my attire and was instantly so appalled I might as well have had an image of Donald Trump stabbing a cat on my chest. She then pressed paused on her race against the grim reaper, locked eyes with me, and delivered the most blind sided middle finger in the history of middle fingers. Her crusty finger had the texture of a school bus seat and looked like a pruned finger that was submerged in water for many months. Either way I was so rattled I didn’t even get food that day and just went home…are all packer fans like this?

The sit-in…

It’s now Bear/Packer week the Chicago Bears are 2-1 at this point and are on a two game winning streak. The packers were 1-2 coming off a loss to the hapless Detroit Lions. I had a good feeling about the Bears winning their third in a row. I was ready for my first Bear/Packer game in Wisconsin. So I thought anyway. 

Just like most fall sundays I threw on my Bears jersey and headed to a bar to watch the game with friends. I walked in to the bar and was disgusted by all the green and yellow inside one building. My eyes were not ready for this. As I walked they started to notice what I was wearing and I felt everyone in the bar was watching me. I sat near the front of the bar and could just feel everyones eyes behind me full of judgement. I felt like I was apart of the Greensboro sit-ins of 1960 except the people here didn’t hate the color of my skin, but the color of the clothes I was wearing. I definitely felt like I didn’t belong. I was just hoping the Bears could escape with a win. 

Of course they didn’t….

The entire game I was waiting for the Bears to win the game so I could run out of the bar screaming “Bear Down” and laughing in the faces of the Green and Yellow faithful. But the Bears didn’t have my back like I had theirs. Though is was close for the first half, the game was never in doubt and I was bombarded with chants of “Go Pack Go” and grown men fangirling everytime Wisconsin’s lord and savior Aaron Rodgers completed the simplest of passes. 

After the game finished it was as if the state of Wisconsin turned off the switch and my fellow Wisconsinites became normal humans again. People ordering drinks near me at the bar rail offered their condolences for my horrid Bears team and even offered me a few shots. Being the low-level alchi that I am, I’ve never met a shot I didn’t like. Though it’s different watching games where you’re the only Bears fan within miles, at least the people are nice here. 

…….after all, at least I have the Cubs. #FlyTheW

– Bo

Twitter: @botilly

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