Even in the “toy department of life” (as Howard Cosell put it in one of his books), there are days of sadness.
I was living in Charlotte on January 12, 2000 when Bobby Phills of the Hornets died in a car accident, and saw first hand how that incident gripped the sports community there.
The tragic passing of Jose Fernandez down in Miami has added a new dimension of sorrow for me, as I saw him pitch in what has now become his last appearance at Tropicana Field in St. Petersburg.
My condolences go out to the Miami Marlins, his teammates, and his family. Leaving the world at the age of 24 is way too young. I’m not the most religious person in the world, but the one thing I’m sure of is that God had plans for this young man.
Then just past 8:30 Eastern time last night, word broke that Arnold Palmer passed away at the age of 87.
It is safe to say that golf, and all the money in it these days, probably wouldn’t be there if not for this man. For that matter, I don’t think as there would be as much golf on TV if not for Mr. Palmer. He set the gold standard every major player that followed in the TV era.
Next time I go to Walmart, I’m going to get his iced tea and lemonade mixed drink in his honor.
Two men in the sports world passing away on the same exact day. It’s just the way it happens in our world sometimes.