FILE – In this Monday, June 1, 2015, file photo, Miami Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez replaces his cap after the singing of the national anthem before the start of a baseball game between the Miami Marlins and the Chicago Cubs, in Miami. The Marlins announced Sunday, Sept. 25, 2016, that ace right-hander Fernandez has died. The U.S. Coast Guard says Fernandez was one of three people killed in a boat crash off Miami Beach early Sunday. (AP Photo/Wilfredo Lee, File) Death comes calling
This weekend was overflowing with emotion. The good, the bad. The amazing, the numbing. The I-can’t-believe-what-I-just-saw to the I-can’t-believe-that-just-happened.
It was a weekend when we remembered what makes sports great and lost precious friends who embodied that greatness, not only in sports but in life.
It was an avalanche of everything that carried three overlapping yet completely different good-byes. There was the shocking grief of Jose Fernandez’s death in a boating accident, a lost life with such exuberance and promise at the all-too-young age of 24.
There was the extended sadness coupled with the perpetual thanks for the life and legacy of Arnold Palmer, who died Sunday at 87. He was the King, and if there’s a Rushmore of athletes that transcended their sport, we’ll go Babe, Ali, MJ and Arnold Palmer. He had battled health issues for a while now, but the end is always sudden. And final. That’s the real emotion here – the finality. Yes, it sports we embrace the fun and silliness. It ain’t over until it’s over and all that stuff.
