Mom said she wants us out the basement.
Shockingly, Los Angeles Angel pitcher Nick Adenhart died in a car accident hours after making his 2009 debut against the A’s Wednesday night.ï¿½ He was 22 years old.
I feel like someone punched me in the stomach.
Yeah, what you guys said. This sucks — especially on top of the sucker-punched Angels fan dying.
Not as sleazy as the OC Sheriff.
I was so excited about baseball again after last night. Kind of takes the wind out of my sails.
Awful, awful, awful.
Drunk, red-light-running, hit-and-run … hard to fathom that level of stupidity.
News conference at 10:45 (15 minute delay from scheduled time) with live streaming here (sorry it’s TMZ).
Tonight’s game cancelled.
Minivan driver on a DUI-suspended license.
Courtney Stewart – driver, Adenhart’s girlfriend (?) – other identified victim.
Boras in tears.
ugh, that is awful.
This is unbelievable.
“It’s totally up to the Angels, whatever helps them the most. If they want to play, we’ll be there. If they take a day or two to grieve, it’s up to them. It’s a big loss for their family. Whatever is best for them.”
"It's totally up to the Angels, whatever helps them the most. If they want to play, we'll be there. If they take a day or two to grieve, it's up to them. It's a big loss for their family. Whatever is best for them."
Without wanting to minimize the sadness associated with this situation, I heard “Fresh Air” on NPR today in the car. It’s an interview with a NYT reporter who recently wrote a book on umpiring. I thought it was interesting.
As there’s no game tonight, Bay Areans can hear it again on KQED 88.5 at 7 PM. It’s also podcast at their website link.
Okay, I’m going to say a few things here and they may offend you. If so, please accept my apologies beforehand. And if you have had a strong emotional reaction to the day’s events, may I please suggest you stop reading here?
It’s sad that he died, there’s no doubt. And I’m about to stumble onto inappropriate ground, and I hate being the chaotic evil voice of self-servyness, but….the fact that this young man died affects my life only in the fact that the A’s game was canceled.
I understand he was young, it was pointless, and the whole situation brings gravitas to the opening of this young season. But I listened to this guy pitch against my team. One time. Last night. And bad things happen every single fricking day to countless numbers of people.
The rain falls on the just and unjust alike, and I hate hate hate maudlin for maudlin sake. There’s enough in this world to truly be sad over without having to act sad when some guy I do not know nor would I ever know dies. I would be tremendously more affected were one of you to die, and I’ve never met any of you face-to-face.
And I know this isn’t the time and/or the place, but I despise holding my tongue in these situations. We all die. It’s the defining characteristic of life. It’s sad he died. Meanwhile, about 150,000 other people died today, and none of them are on every Sportscenter. None of them get this outpouring of emotion. None of them seem to make us hold our tongue.
I’m not cold-hearted. I’m quite emotional, in fact. But this seems so very very false to me. It’s like some grand dance we do when something tragic happens or someone famous or loved dies. And quite frankly, I don’t understand it. Donne’s point was that they ring the bell for those remaining alive, right? Am I missing something? Am I just a callous bastard?
Murder it is.
Also: “Hospital tests indicated that Gallo had a blood-alcohol level above the legal limit of 0.08, Hamilton said.”
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