If you're asking me, the three greatest players in NFL history are Jim Brown, Jerry Rice, and Lawrence Taylor.
LT was a freak. I grew up watching him because my family consists of a bunch of lunatic, diehard Giant's fans. I was the misfit, a Steeler fan, and most weekends, unless the two teams played at different times, I was forced to watch the Giants on our singular TV.
However, it wasn't so bad. This did afford me the opportunity to watch the greatest defender in history dominate games like nobody has since.
LT had the speed of a cornerback, the quick feet of a running back, the strength of a nose tackle and the anger of an offensive tackle.
He was, quite simply, ridiculous.
Though he's been out of the league for two decades, I can still close my eyes and see visions of LT whipping around the end, flying towards a QB's blindside, getting ready to lay a hurtful blow to the QB's ribs while simultaneously swinging that right arm, windmill fashion, at his throwing arm, dislodging the ball from the QB more times than not.
Nobody could block the guy, and had it not been for the drugs, he may have been able to do it for another five years.
Then again, it is possible that the cocaine may have been part of the reason why he was such a high-energy, lunatic, monster. Get some old game film, look into LT's eyes and tell me those aren't the eyes of someone who's just hit the crack-pipe.
Since his career has ended, LT has been in trouble with the law more times than I care to count. His most recent trouble, for sleeping with a minor, is about par for course.
However, for his on-field miracles, and his off-field sins, LT was and always will be must-see TV.