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Posted Feb 2, 2010 by Geoff Fox
Updated Feb 2, 2010 at 04:18 PM
From the beginning, witnesses talked about the stolen PlayStation.
Eddie Stoddard was so furious that his had been stolen, they said, that he shot Doug Abrams Jr. to death on April 23, 2008, because he was convinced his 26-year-old neighbor had taken the video-game system, as well as a TV and other items.
I remember the day well: the unrelenting sun; the crime-scene tape; neighbors milling outside their Angus Valley homes, heads turned toward 6617 Mangrove Drive, where Abrams took his last breath.
Stoddard fled the scene in Wesley Chapel that day and wasn’t captured for two weeks.
On Jan. 13, Stoddard (that’s him to the left) was found guilty of second-degree murder in Abrams’ death. At trial, Tampa Tribune reporter Todd Leskanic wrote of Stoddard’s “expletive-laden” testimony, how he often punctuated his thoughts with the words “dog” and “man.”
Now 30, Stoddard said at trial that he would not “step to” someone who stole his stuff, because he had “gonads.”
Through a quirk of daily-journalism fate, I found myself at Stoddard’s sentencing hearing last week, when Circuit Court Judge Pat Siracusa leveled his sentence.
I’m not sure why I was surprised by what transpired.
The courtroom was half-full of friends and family of Abrams, each of whom wore a white T-shirt with his image on the front and nickname, “Dougie Fresh,” on the back. There were two people on Stoddard’s side.
So, when the shackled convict entered the courtroom, he likely saw “a good many enemies around, and mighty few friends,” as Wild West outlaw Bill Longley famously said in the moments before he was hanged in 1878.
Stoddard might have felt he had nothing to lose.
And maybe he was itching to lash out after hearing from a stream of Abrams’ friends and relations, who told him he was garbage, who told him he shot the wrong man, who told him that, regardless of who took the PlayStation, they would have bought him a new one had they known he was so angry. (At left is a Tampa Tribune photo by Fred Bellet taken at the crime scene.)
They questioned his manhood.
Still, the back-and-forth in which Stoddard engaged the judge was jarring.
“You shot a man who you admitted was half your size,” Siracusa said, as he gave Stoddard a life sentence without possibility for parole. “You shot him while he was on the ground.”
“I did not shoot him while he was on the ground,” Stoddard shouted from the defense table.
“That does not mean you have gonads,” Siracusa said. “You’re a coward.”
“I am not a coward!” Stoddard yelled, his face red with anger. “I got a good fight game, your honor.”
Siracusa told Stoddard he would have the rest of his life to polish those skills in prison.
The judge raised his eyebrows and shook his head, clearly exasperated.
I drove back to the office with the radio off.
Two grown men.
Two lives lost.
One PlayStation.
Are you kidding me?
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Por (DonPhillips) on February 06, 2010 (Suggest removal)
This is a great story - it’s funny and sad and thought-provoking. Thanks for writing it.
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