Terrell Owens Comes to Aid of Injured ESPN Writer

We always knew Terrell Owens has a special fondness for the media - okay, maybe only a fondness for hot Mexican TV reporters. But we never would have guessed the Cowboys receiver would come to the rescue of an injured ESPN reporter.

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(Kate Walsh is lucky to be in the presence of such a heroic player)

But that’s just what T.O. did. The Worldwide Leader’s Sam Alipour had just left the ESPYs after-party early Thursday morning (guess our invitation is still in the mail), when the ESPN.com writer was hit by a Honda Civic.

Alipour had just enough warning to leap over the oncoming car’s fender and smash into the front windshield. When he came to minutes later all bloodied and bruised, Sam’s first thoughts were how much his shoulder hurt. That, and “Holy Crap, that’s T.O.!

Terrell Owens was standing over me. I’m told he was the first do-gooder on the scene of the accident. That he helped me to my feet and off the street to safe ground. That he didn’t leave my side. It seems the mercurial Dallas Cowboys receiver is my hero. But my hero looks scared, and this scares me.

“Wow, you all right, man?” Owens kept asking me, but in a manner that would suggest there is no possible way that I, in fact, could be all right. “Don’t move. Just sit there. Breathe. Don’t move.”

Obviously, Alipour survived his accident (unless ESPN hired ghostwriters to finish his article). But Sam was so touched by T.O.’s on-scene concern, “that I think my lip is quivering. There’s a good chance I could break down like T.O. at that news conference. (It’s just not fair. That’s my receiver, man.)

And Alipour wasn’t the only one surprised by Terrell’s good Samaritan work:

“So, T.O. was nice, huh?” says the medic who took my blood pressure inside the ambulance. “Boy, you think you know somebody, but the media doesn’t tell you the whole story. You never know how they really are.”

Even more remarkable was Owens shunning the spotlight after performing such a good deed:

When the medics were done with the paperwork (note: patient has lacerations, bruised knee, stained shorts, etc.) I headed back to the street to deal with the police, meet the driver and thank my hero … but T.O. was gone. He didn’t care to wait for the cameras, the spotlight, the attention. Didn’t need to hear my thanks. He simply vanished into the dark night, alone (well, with his bodyguard, also a nice man) like a samurai, his work complete.

This heroic story definitely deserves a heartfelt feature on next Sunday night’s “SportsCenter”, complete with somber music & soulful narration by Chris Connelly or Tom Rinaldi.