All I wanted to do this morning was write about The Decision, one year later.
Then Rangers fan Shannon Stone died after flipping over the railing at the ballpark while catching a foul ball innocently tossed to him by Josh Hamilton. Stone's son was sitting right next to him.
That any fan would die at the ballpark is tragic. That Stone was simply trying to collect a priceless memory for his young son is the part that has me choked up just thinking about it.
That is me, as a parent -- or any parent. Could have been your parent, when you were a kid. Could be you, for your own kids.
I am toggling between grief for Stone's son and his family and the natural projection of my own feelings for my kids, particularly as my older son, just 5, is at the start of his life as a sports fan.
Yesterday, Mrs. Quickish and I dropped off our kids at my in-laws' house in Florida, leaving them for two weeks. Each of us - parents, kids, grandparents - is going to have a blast.
But this morning, all I really want to do is adjust the increasingly ubiquitous baseball hats on my kids' heads, give them hugs and tell them I love them.
Thoughts are with Shannon Stone's kid and family, the Rangers and fans everywhere who feel as terrible about this as I do.
If you're looking for a single great read this morning about Stone, here is a column from Yahoo's Jeff Passan.
-- D.S.
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Your post summarized my feelings on this horrible tragedy almost perfectly. I feel so awful for the Stone family and especially the young son whose dad was just trying to do what any father wants to do for his son at a ballgame.
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