As I begin to type this post the Angels/Red Sox game is about to get underway. This is the first game after the tragic loss of the Angels’ rookie pitcher Nick Adenhart.
I was at the Angels/As game on Tuesday night, the second in the four game home opener series. On Wednesday night I watched the third game of the series against Oakland with 22-year old Adenhart pitching. He pitched a helluva six innings. Sure, he got himself into a couple of tight positions with loaded bases, but when he was done for the night he had pitched six shutout innings. The Angels lost that night, but I was already looking forward to the next night’s game — I had tickets for Thursday night.
Then I heard Thursday morning that the young rookie pitcher who had just pitched six shutout innings the night before was gone — a victim of car accident claiming not only his life, but those of two others and leaving a third in critical condition. Thursday’s night game was understandably postponed.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am an Angels fan. There’s an official MLB home plate at my bedroom door with the Angels logo on it. I have a number of baseballs signed by various Angels players over the last number of years. An official Angels batting helmet rests on a high shelf. I’m the kind of fan that wears the jersey of the team’s manager, Mike Scioscia to the game.
Even though I wasn’t at the game tonight, but watching it on television at home, it was emotional. I’m an emotional fan as it is. I cried when they one the World Series in 2002. When I’m at a game I cry almost every time they show the pre-game video on the diamond-vision showcasing great moments in Angels history. So, it wasn’t surprising when I cried during the tribute and moment of silence for Nick Adenhart tonight.


The baseball fans back east, especially the Chicago Cubs fans, might not appreciate the weekday day game as much as us baseball lovers on the west coast do — they’re a much more frequent occurrence out there than they are around here. Today I attended the second of only three or four (pretty sure it’s just three) weekday day games at Angel Stadium. I got tickets to the game from a friend of mine, and appreciated them greatly. She had offered me tickets to the Angels first weekday day game, but I was unable to accept because I had a telephone meeting scheduled that never happened (grrrrr). When this opportunity became possibly available I was all over it.
I got the email at about 9:00 A.M. this morning. A friend of mine had tickets available to today’s weekday afternoon game between my 














