Like many people, sports is my go-to escape pod.Â It doesn’t matter what problem I’m facing, I jump into that hatch and – whoooooosh – I’m off in another world, transfixed by a Durant/Westbrook scoring spree or a Carlos Quentin homer.
Everything unpleasant just… disappears.
Until something happens like it did yesterday at the Giro I’Italia.Â As I wrote, 26-year-old Wouter Weylandt died in a horrible accident on Stage Three of the race.
In an instant, the life of a gifted athlete with a pregnant fiance and a giant world of possibilities ahead of him ended.
Just like that.
It’s not that this is some great revelation to me.Â I’ve lost friends and relatives.Â I understand mortality all too well.
It’s just there are days when the sports can’t make it all better.Â Some days, it can’t keep you from noticing the names of soldiers who’ve died in Afghanistan or the picture of the little girl who was tortured by her parents or the grieving family of the man who was run off the road by a drunk driver.
Some days you just have to give in.
This is one of those days.