It's so easy to point fingers.
Especially when we have no explanation for something tragic, bizarre or both. We want to know. We analyze and try to find answers. Then when the answers we uncover don't add up, someone has to pay the price.
Over the last 11 months, I, like just about anyone who has access to the Louisville media market, have been following the tragic case of Max Gilpin, the young man who played football at Pleasure Ridge Park High School in Louisville before his death last August.