This is my five hundredth post. I really expected to just sit and write about nothing, but I watched something on tv last night that I really find appropriate and don’t want to wait to write about it.
ESPN does this show called e60. Not sure if they capitalize the E or not. Anyway, they showcase certain sports topics, and last night’s was about David Price.
I really think he’s our ace pitcher. Maybe I shouldn’t say that after Garza had a no hitter, but well, I still think Price is our ace haha. Anyway, they told his story in e60 last night and wow.
I don’t remember all the details so I won’t even attempt to write it all and butcher it. Basically, he had two friends all through school and they were all very athletic. His friends were thrilled for him that he signed with what was then the Devil Rays back in 2007.
On April 24, 2008, his friend died of a heart attack on the basketball court at the age of 22. About eight months later, his other friend died in a car wreck at the age of 21.
I started sobbing hearing Price get emotional, talking about visiting his friends’ graves when he goes home to Tennessee. The tragedies seemed to just propel his success, because his friends are always with him, and he knows how happy they would be.
I of course drew a parellel because April 24, 2008 is the day I went blind. I’m a Rays fan because I went blind. The fandom was clinched during the ALCS when David Price the rookie was asked to get out of a jam with the Red Sox, which he did, and came back for the ninth to close the game and send the Rays to the World Series.
I can’t say enough about what baseball has done for me. It gives me something to look forward to. It gives me guys to look up to. I have said before that I need an emotional draw to follow a sports team, and the Rays did that back in 2008.
The Rays and baseball were one of the first things to make having just gone blind not all that bad. I loved that I could follow the game and could picture the plays even though I had never really watched baseball as a sighty.
When times are hard, baseball is there. For a few hours each day I get to focus on the game, cheer for my guys, yell at my guys haha, yell at the umps, beg Joe to make a pitching change, groan at the pitcher he picks, or sit back and relax knowing it’ll be fine. I get to drool over Longoria and be in awe of Crawford, Upton and Zobrist. I get to marvel at a spectacular double play or a clutch hit. I get to scoreboard watch and cheer when the Yankees lose.
I also get to watch the joy that baseball is bringing to a new fan, who got turned on to the game because of all my raving. I get to watch her have the same excitement I did as a new fan in 2008. Now she’ll get that same break in the day when that first pitch is thrown. Pretty soon she’ll know when Jim Joyce is calling balls and strikes. 😉
I don’t exactly know why hearing David Price’s story last night made me want to write all this. Maybe because if I hadn’t gone blind, I’d still think baseball was boring. April 24,2008 was just such a life altering date for me that when I heard it was for David too, my ace, one of the draws to baseball for me back then, it just gave me chills.
Thank you baseball, for being there for us in times of pain. Thank you for being an outlet for me, and for David Price, who gets to take that mound and make his friends proud.