Wow. Tractor Traylor dead at 34.
This is just very very sad. Tractor was starring for U-M when I was living in Ann Arbor in 96-98. I saw him play a lot and did a piece in Slam – one of the first things I wrote for the magazine. He made tremendous strides during his career there, and started passing out of the box his final year; he had sort of been a blackhole before then. When he lost a bunch of weight prior to the draft, I took him seriously and, combined with the improvement I had seen, thought he was going to thrive in the NBA, despite the fact that he was simultaneously too small (6-8) and too big (300 pounds or so) at once. I remember laughing at the Mavs when they traded his draft rights for some German teen I had never heard of. Oops.
Tractor’s legacy at Michigan is cloudy. He was part of a team that let everyone down in a million ways, and he was one of four players, along with Louis Bullock., Chris Webber and Maurice Taylor who seem to have taken money fro Ed Martin. I saw all of them, including Martin, at St. Cecilia’s in Detroit when I spent time there writing a story for slam – one of my favorite things I’ve ever done, by the way.
Aside from the money, the team was a really a letdown on the court. They never achieved what seemed possible and we’ll never know why.
But Tractor was a garrulous, friendly guy and a cool presence – and what a perfect nickname, to tie this in with the previous post. During the weeks before the 98 Draft, he was working out for teams and Becky and I were in the Detroit airport flying back to New York. At the last minute, they announced a flight cancellation and a gate change for us and we knew that it was a blood-in-the-water first come, first serve situation. So I took off running through the old Detroit airport. I turned the corner into the right corridor at full sprint, Becky was trailing me, because jacob was a baby and she was pushing a stroller. I was flying, with bags flapping behind me, when I almost ran smack into Tractor. He had lost a ton of weight but was still massive, like a brick wall. I stopped, said hi, reintroduced myself, shook hands and said, “I gotta go.”
He laughed. As I ran away, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Tractor, you look great! Keep working hard.”
And he smiled this huge smile and said, “Thanks, man, I will.”
Soon after, I was at Toys R Us on a very early visit and saw a Tractor bobblehead, which I bought and placed on jacob’s dresser, next to Josh Gibson. Both are still there 13 years later.
RIP Tractor. Gone far too soon.
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