I mindlessly scroll through my Twitter feed as I wake up in the morning, only ever expecting to see remnants of late night conversations and columnists rambling about free agency. Little pieces of information that are essentially meaningless.
It’s rare that my bleary eyed skimming results in shock, nausea, and sadness.
Contrary to the title of this blog, baseball isn’t life; it’s just one of the many things that make life wonderful.
I feel a little sad now that I didn’t pay more attention to Greg Halman. I try not to get too attached to prospects lest they fizzle out in disappointment.
That we’ll never know who this charismatic, intelligent, talented kid could have been as a baseball player is as meaningless as most morning Twitter chatter. But for someone on the verge of a wonderful life, it’s a tragic denouement.