Jesus Christ, what a couple of days.
First off, we’ve got the tragic, unexpected death of Jose Fernandez, one of the best young players in baseball aside from being one of the bright personalities in the game. A small silver lining in the death of a prominent public figure is always the stories and memories that come out once they pass. We had a bunch with guys like Prince, Buddy Ryan, Muhammad Ali, etc., and the Fernandez stories have been great lately. Not to mention some legendary gifs.
I wrote about Fernandez yesterday, and it was shitty and rushed and I still hadn’t fathomed much of it yet really, but the kicker in all of it is that the guy barely got to show what he could do. He finishes his career with a strikeout rate of 31.2%, higher than any starting pitcher in the history of baseball. He was only 24, and had so much talent and happiness left to give to the world. It just sucks.
Then, if that wasn’t enough, last night we lost The King, one of the greatest golfers/beverage masterminds of our time, Arnold Palmer. He was 87 and hadn’t been in great health for some time, but that doesn’t lessen the blow any. I basically know the guy’s stats by heart because they’re printed on the side of Arnold Palmer cans and I probably go through 2 of those per day when I’m not at school, but in case you’re not an addict like me:
-62 PGA Tour wins (5th all time)
-7 major championships
-PGA Player of the Year twice
-PGA Tour leading money winner 4 times
-SI Sportsman of the Year 1960
-Presidential Medal of Freedom 2004
-World Golf Hall of Famer
And, if you didn’t notice, not all of those are golf-related. That’s because as great of a golfer as Palmer was, he was a better man. He started the Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children in Orlando in 1989 which treats premature children and their mothers as well as many cases of pediatric cancer. He’s also been known as one of the greatest men in a sport which has literally bred gentlemen for hundreds of years. Just one of the most genuine people in the world, and he’ll be dearly missed.
And finally, in slightly less but still pretty depressing news, today it was made public that the Miami Heat no longer have any plans to bring Chris Bosh back onto the team, and seeing as it would be a huge risk to undertake a contract in his name at this stage of his career and condition, it looks like we have probably seen the last of Chris Bosh in the NBA. Bosh wasn’t the biggest star in the league by any means, but he was a star nonetheless and the fact that his career was cut short by blood clots is a bad break for a great guy.
He was basically known as the guy in the Miami Big Three that you probably hated the least, but before that Bosh was the face of the Toronto Raptors. Drafted by the Raptors 4th overall in 2003, he still remains the franchises top scorer. He won an Olympic gold medal in 2008, 2 NBA championships, three 3-point contests, and was an All-Star 11 times. It can be debated whether or not he’s a Hall of Famer, but he was certainly a star, and it’ll be a bummer not having him on the court any longer. Especially at just 32 years old.
So, now here’s the question: when’s something good gonna happen? Part of the reason I’ve always loved sports is that it’s different from all the other news out there; for the most part, it’s positive. Instead of wars and famine and terrorism, you get mind-blowing physical feats and hilarious commentary from often uneducated but extremely athletic individuals. It’s awesome. We had a decent slate of football yesterday, but I’m gonna need a couple feel-good fluff stories in the next few days to get me back into fully loving sports again. Make it happen, America.