Just punching these keys on my iPhone. I still don't know what I'm doing.

I woke up this morning and found it was on an NFL.com article I had been reading last night. On a whim, I refreshed it.

Then I saw the news.

Everyone knows the saying that bad things happen in threes. Thursday of course marked the passing of Steve Jobs, and a few hours before my great uncle Chandra had finally lost his battle with his heart. I knew the third was coming, but I tried to block the thought out of mind by going about my usual weekend routines.

All chance of that happening for today just got shot out the window.

I don't need to talk about Mr Davis' legacy for the NFL. A Google search can bring that up. And plus I simply don't have it in me to list everything. And besides, even if he had done nothing for the league we would all still remember him forever as the King of the Raiders.

I'm too young to remember his and the Raiders' glory days. However, I always have one image in my head when I think of Al. I can't find it on Google. I don't even know if it's real or not. It's a younger version of him - probably from the 80s - in his white jumpsuit, poking his finger in a ref's chest and getting in his face. No idea where it comes from or even like I said if it's real. But it's how I always remember the man.

The question remains as to where we go from here, but those things can be discussed later. Today is a day for remembering the great man and his achievements.

I'm not a man of faith, but today when I go to my great-aunt's place to observe the traditional Hindu fortnight of rememberance of Chandra Thatha's death, I'll be thinking of another man as well. Al may not have been my blood, but for many of us he was closer than many of us hold our true family.

Goodbye Coach Davis.