I feel deeply saddened by the news of Nick Adenhart‘s death.
I didn’t know Adenhart. I had never met him, and prior to today I probably couldn’t have picked him out of a crowd unless he was wearing an L.A. Angels jersey with "Adenhart" on the back.
Yet the news of the Angels pitcher’s death at the age of 22 really gets you. To hear about a guy passing away at such a young age should be tough for anyone to get over.
I saw former big league pitcher-turned-commentator Dan Plesac on MLB Network say how sad he was because you think about all of the places a big league career can take someone, and Adenhart was just on the cusp of that. He will never get to experience some of those things a person of his athletic ability is able to experience.
I liken the death of an athlete to that of a TV or movie star. These are celebrities, and even though we may not know them personally, we’ve seen enough of them to feel their loss.
But I think an athlete dying young is an even harder pill to swallow. Because unlike movie stars or TV stars, athletes perform live. I literally saw this guy on Baseball Tonight just hours before he died. It’s a really difficult thing to wrap you brain around.
I doubt anything I’ve written in this post is mind-blowing, but I just felt the need to write something about it.