Corey Lidle

You can't really put a price on someone's life in regards to importance, but people's deaths make us react in different ways. Since I started my illustrious internet mogul career a few months back you have witnessed a period where you have seen my writing go from raw, to promising, to polished, to flawless (my opinion), to a bit rougher, back to polished, u-turn back toward flawless (fact), to the bad side of promising (a negative connotation of "denouement," if you will. Which is ironically also known as "catastrophe"), to the garb you read today. Regardless, in this period of rising and falling, people's whose lives we know, admire, and hate have done the same. Just like posts in my writing no one single person is better than the others to me; they all make up the better whole (except the Running Diary, that was solid gold). But sometimes a specific death strikes you in a way that changes you or makes you think. That happened today.

Today New York Yankees Pitcher Corey Lidle died when he piloted a small, single-engine plane with one other passenger into a Manhattan high rise. I saw the story break on CNN about how a plane had hit, but it wasn't until this afternoon that the New York Police revealed that Lidle's passport was found at the scene. This really got me thinking. I mean, two days ago Lidle was pitching in the American League Division series in Detroit, and now he's dead. Think about that. What if New York had won just one more game? What if they had lost just one more? What if they swept Tigers and went to the next round? What if they had been swept and he went home early? What if he had not chosen to fly on that particular day? At that particular time? What if? I mean he could be playing in Oakland right now, or still in New York. He could be home at this very moment with his family, but everything he had done in his life led him to that moment. And that's a terrifying thought.

I don't know if you want to call it fate or coincidence. I don't know if you want to call it anything. But next time you leave your loved ones just remember that the harmless, innocent little things you choose everyday could ultimately lead you to tragedy, and that’s not in your control. Just be sure not to regret how you treat the others because one minute you could be in the playoffs and the next minute you could be gone.

'Win or go home' they call it. Not always.

Corey Lidle, RIP

The lighter side:
In related news, I broke my toe. = (