If you follow my ‘civilian’ Twitter account over at @1863_project, you probably noticed that I had a traumatic experience this evening. Once something like that happens to you, you come to appreciate life that much more.
Steve Johnson getting his first win 23 years to the day of his father getting his first win is one of those things that reminds you that maybe things do happen for a reason. The Orioles went 14 innings last night and needed pitching help. Johnson was called up and threw six excellent innings, recording nine strikeouts and only surrendering two runs, which came on a two-run homer. (Matt Wieters even insisted on catching him even though he played all 14 innings last night. D’awww.)
For that brief second tonight, I thought my life was over – being blindsided by a Land Rover going over the speed limit as you try to make a turn is terrifying. Once I realized I was alive and the color returned to my face, I got to thinking about all of this. Life’s really fleeting. It’s something to really treasure – finding one thing a day that makes you even the slightest bit happy can make everything worthwhile. What happened to Steve Johnson is one of those little things. It made me smile on a horrible day. It’ll make him smile when he looks back on it, too.
