When I started to write something this week, I started to write about the biggest news of the off season: Cliff Lee agreeing to a discounted deal with the Philadelphia Phillies.
It was only natural, being a Phillies fan, that I write a few hundred words gushing about how sneaky and brilliant (Phillies GM) Ruben Amaro Jr. is, or how great Cliff Lee is for taking less money and years to come to Philly, or how incredible it’s going to be to be throwing Roy Halladay, Cole Hamels, Roy Oswalt, and Cliff Lee out on the hill four out of every five days.
And then I got home last night, and I heard the news: Legendary Indians pitcher Bob Feller had passed away at 92-years old, and everything changed.
This shouldn’t have been a shock, but it was. It shouldn’t have been so sad, but it was. The man lived a great life and was a true American hero (for reasons other than his athletic accomplishments.) Feller was 92-years old and battling leukemia. It shouldn’t have been so hard to swallow, but it was.