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Wednesday, October 26th, 2011 at 10:54 am  |  19 responses

A Giant Loss

Robert “Tractor” Traylor’s death last spring left a hole in the hearts of all who knew him.

by Alan Paul | @AlPaul

When Robert “Tractor” Traylor died last May, at age 34, it would have been easy to paint a picture of a life gone astray. You would start with the fact that Traylor was playing in Puerto Rico because his disappointing NBA career ended after seven seasons, halted by a heart problem. You would mention how his three-year University of Michigan career was shadowed by scandal, because he was one of several players to take money from the notorious booster Ed Martin. And to be thorough, it would have to shed some light on him pleading guilty to preparing a false tax return to hide the assets of a convicted drug dealer.

It would all be factual, but it would tell a lie. Sometimes the truth transcends the facts. Traylor’s death wasn’t tragic because his life was sad. It was tragic because his life was so full of love, because he left behind a wife, Raye, and two children, Raigan, 9 and Robert Jr (RJ), 7. Even a cursory look at Traylor’s Legacy.com memorial page makes clear just how beloved the big man was.

Just click over and start scrolling through the messages, which share the same overwhelming emotions—true grief buoyed and tempered by real love. One relatively restrained post caught my eye:

I had the pleasure of… becoming a friend of Robert Traylor’s when he played at Michigan. As I paid my last respects… all I could think of was his great personality and competitive spirit as he wore #54. My sympathies and prayers go out to his family. —Bruce Madej, Associate AD, University of Michigan Athletic Dept.

Madej was the basketball sports information director when Traylor was at the University of Michigan. He set up a 1998 interview for me, conducted in the stands of Crisler Arena after a practice. Given the cloud that hovered over Traylor’s departure from UM, I wasn’t sure what his relationship with people there was like. But Madej and Coach Steve Fisher both returned calls about Traylor quickly, anxious to pay their respects to a young man each still called a friend.

“The people who are themselves and are genuine and who really care are the best people to be around, and he had that,” says Madej. “I loved the guy. He had an honest smile. He wasn’t contrived. What you saw is what you got, and what you got was a great guy.”

Fisher tells a similar story. Now the coach at San Diego State, Fisher recruited Traylor to Michigan and coached him there for two years.

“Robert was one of the kindest, most giving, caring people that I have come across—and not just in the world of basketball,” says Fisher. “He was simply a unique young man whom I loved deeply. I think he was always like that and everyone who met him understood.

“You could just see it in the way he treated other people—his peers, his classmates, his teammates, his neighbors and, most of all, the way he treated his family. The obvious love he had for everyone, starting with this grandmother, was exactly the kind of all-encompassing love we all want to have.”

Traylor’s family life was not simple. His mother abused drugs when he was a kid, so his grandmother took him in. Together the two of them collaboratively raised his younger brother.

Everyone looms larger after they pass away. Eulogies and obituaries inflate, mythologize and paper over flaws. But the more people you talk to about Traylor, the more obvious it becomes that this is different. Everyone repeats the same themes: He was a gentle giant; he was fun; he made everyone feel better; he really cared.

“Robert’s passing and his funeral were so emotional because he meant a lot to a lot of people,” said the Rev. Kenneth J. Flowers, who presided over the service and was Traylor’s cousin as well as his pastor. “If you met him once, you fell in love with him, because he was the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back. He helped so many people that he almost died broke. He would spend $15,000 for a block party because everyone was like his extended family, especially in Detroit.”

Traylor was a Detroit man, through and through. As a 6-6, 250-pound freshman at Murray-Wright High School, he had to get his size 18 shoes from Pistons legend Bill Laimbeer, his coach once told the Detroit Free Press. As a junior, he led M-W High to city and state titles. As a senior, he was named Michigan’s Mr. Basketball and was the subject of an intense recruiting battle that boiled down to Michigan, Michigan State and Detroit-Mercy.

Wolverines fans reacted to his commitment like they had won the lottery, but Traylor had a long way to go. As a frosh, he was a manchild who simply tried to impose his will in the post. Over time, he developed into a deft, athletic big man, capable of passing out of the many double teams he faced.

“When you’re as physically dominating as he was, you are going to be double teamed and you have to be able to pass out of the post, and he really worked on that,” says Fisher. “He had to develop the skills, but his personality was reflected on the court. He gave of himself to others, did not care about stats. He was fiercely competitive, extremely intelligent and surprisingly quick—he had the footwork of a 160-pound guard.”

When Traylor entered the NBA Draft after his junior season, the only question seemed to be whether or not he would lose enough weight to silence the doubters. He seemed well on his way to stardom when he slimmed down while working out for NBA teams. I saw his changing physique first hand.

I was in the Detroit airport with my wife and infant son when our flight was canceled, leading to a panicked sprint to another gate, where about one third of us were going to be rebooked on to another plane. It was a survival-of-the-fittest moment and I wasn’t going to let my family perish. Turning into a new concourse at full speed, I almost ran into Traylor’s giant chest, pulling up just short of being pancaked. Slimmed-down, Tractor was still massive.

I laughed and reintroduced myself, his huge hand engulfing my forearm as we shook. “I’m sorry, but I have to go,” I said, taking off, before pausing 10 yards away to yell back, “Hey, Rob. You look great! Keep going!”

A smile split his face, and he chuckled. “Will do, man.”

The next week I was strolling the aisles of Toys R Us when I saw a Tractor Traylor bobblehead doll, which I bought and placed on my baby’s dresser.

Traylor was selected sixth in the ’98 Draft by the Mavs, then traded to the Bucks for the rights to a skinny German teenager. Many chuckled at the Mavs’ continuing foolishness. But of course, the lopsided trade ran the other way, and Traylor’s fate may have been sealed before any of us could have known. Dirk Nowitzki’s career soared while Traylor’s stalled, and the stigma became an ever-bigger burden for the mammoth man to bear.

“Everyone always talked about what a bad trade it was for Milwaukee as soon as they mentioned Robert’s name,” says Paul Silas, who coached Traylor twice, with the Hornets and the Cavs. “He was an offensive force in college, but he had trouble getting his shot off against bigger guys in the NBA. When the bad media attention came to him and people started smashing him, it really did a number on him.

“When I got him (in Traylor’s fourth season), he had lost his confidence and wouldn’t shoot, and I told him that he had to take any open shot. He got better, but what he really had to do was come to grips with who he was; he was a great rebounder capable of being a defensive force. I don’t think many coaches had expressed confidence in him, and when I did, he did a very good job.”

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  • http://www.optimabbc.be Max

    A true monster of a beast!

  • arthur

    Great write-up, as always from Alan Paul. Very moving. It’s a shame Traylor couldn’t keep his weight down, it sounds like he had a lot of the tools to succeed in the NBA.

  • http://slamonline.com Ben Osborne

    Love when Alan writes for us. RIP, Tractor.

  • Luiyo

    I’m from Puerto Rico and Bayamon VAQUEROS (not Cowboys) fan. I can say that he was really loved by the fan base and everybody in the league. He was a little out of shape but he was a leader and a dominant player in the paint. He helped us win the championship and a 2nd place while he was with us, he easily was one of the best foreing players in the history of the franchise and one of the most loved.

  • rich

    ill never forget him all of my memories are of him doing something hillarious on the court. in 34 years he prolly lived as much as a someone who died at 60.

  • http://www.slamonline.com Alan Paul

    Thanks guys. I actually got kind of choked up reading it right now.

  • http://www.slamonline.com Alan Paul

    @Luiyo, I went withe the English translation, but you could make a good argument that Vaqueros is more appropriate. Anyhow, glad to hear that the good reports of Tractor in PR seem to be right on.

  • http://redoftoothandclaw.ca/ niQ

    Man, that was a good write up. Thanks Alan, RIP Tractor Traylor.

  • http://www.slamonline.com Nima Zarrabi

    Loved this. Excellent work, Alan.

  • Joe

    Photo #8 is just really really sad!

  • Ngoie Kafita

    RIP Tractor Traylor, guess The Lord needed a bruiser up there.

  • MikeC.

    I remember seeing Tractor playing for the Wolverines and he grabbed a board and his shorts fell down. He kept playing, holding his shorts up with one hand and ended up sprinting down the court and getting an easy layup, all one-handed.

  • Ryan

    Great piece of writing. Thank you for not glossing over the man’s faults and for not letting them obscure the story either.

  • L

    Amazing writing. Congrats, it was really moving.L

  • http://www.slamonline.com Alan Paul

    Thanks everyone. I appreciate all the kind words. Got a nice message from Bruce Madej of U-M as well: “Very well done. Robert was indeed a great guy and you captured it.”

    Stories like this that you really get emotionally involved with are the hardest to write and the most satisfying when they work out… I am going to post a pic of the bobblehead doll on my Twitter as soon as I can this afternoon…@alpaul

  • http://www.slamonline.com Alan Paul

    @MikeC – I remember that. Classic.

  • http://www.slamonline.com UNFROZEN CAVEMAN LAWYER

    WE SOMETIMES LOSE THE IMPORTANCE OF FULLY RECOGNIZING AND EMBRACING THE IMPERMANANCE OF LIFE.
    JOE, THAT PIC IS VERY SAD, BUT VERY JOYFUL. I DOUBT THERE WAS ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD THAT ROBERT AND RODNEY WOULD HAVE RATHER BEEN AT THAT MOMENT.

  • Zoobrain

    Very well put Sir! I remember him as “Baby Shaq”! He was well known throughout the state of Michigan and is loved and admired as a pilar of the states basketball roots. His dominance hasn’t been matched since his Mr. Basketball year and probably won’t see it in a some more yrs to come. R. I. P. MICHIGAN’S OWN BABY SHAQ!!!

  • Luiyo
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