I sit today loving the fact that baseball has now moved from the Cactus and Grapefruit leagues back to the Midwest and front pages of daily reports. The I-cubs are yet to open in Des Moines but happy to start in Texas for the warmer weather. I itch at my chance to see my beloved cubs at Addison and Clark this summer. Today, however, I was brought to tears over the fragility of the pursuit of the game. A rising star by the name of Nick Adenhart lost his hopes, dreams, and life this morning. Not by being cut from the team, but by throwing a gem of 6 scoreless innings. His stats will not be what I think about tonight. It will be his age, 22, and his limitless opportunities lost because of someone else. Baseball is full of tragedy, triumph, victory and despair. All mixed emotions that ultimately lead to the greater good of the game. What happened this morning to him and two other people does not lead to anything other than sadness. Why I love the game and its players is irrelavent on a day like today. I am not a religious person, but on a day like today, I only wish that god called him home for a reason.
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