Wiseacre

Nobody, as they say, likes a wiseacre.  

Still, we love to crack wise, we love to infuse the snark that for some strange reason entertains us more than it really should.  And, obviously, we love to comment about Angels baseball in that spirit.

The events of the last 24 hours, however, have taken the enjoyment out of all of that.  We are reminded, amazingly as if we could have forgotten, that life is tenuous and, of course, that baseball is a mere game, a distraction for those of us in need or want of one.  

As tragedy has brought more vistors to our website than we realized was possible, we have remained stunned and very nearly speechless.  22 years old.  22.  

Certainly, were we better opportunists, we could have used all of this new traffic to our benefit.  Really, though, what Nick Adenhart’s death did was remind us how stunningly insignifcant this little hovel of a blog is, how meaningless this snarky little corner of the internet proves to be when put in  proper context.

We nearly shut the doors for good yesterday, Adenhart’s tragic death bringing about the  realization that we’re wasting our time here, that assuredly there is a greater use of our energy than ranting about the various inconsequential events surrounding the glorified recreation that is baseball.  

But we’ve decided that we really are such pathetic cases that we don’t actually have any better use for our time or energy.  

Unfortunately, though, we have very little to report or contribute today.  We remain shocked and saddened, shaken by the death of a young man we never even knew.  Sometimes, even those of us to whom words are generally at the ready are without them.  This has been one of those times.

We desperately wish that we could provide just the right combination of sentences and symbols that might truly capture the spirit of our thoughts.  But we can’t.

We are left to pray for Jim and Janet Adenhart and the family and friends of their son, Nick.  We hope you’ll do the same.