There's No Crying In Baseball

Talking to my dad today, we were reminiscing on the 10 year mark of Don Coil's death.

My dad and stepmom were in California when it happened. They were visiting my sister Lisa, who had her son earlier that summer. My dad came here the next day, my stepmom went home. My mom also came and my good friend Kathy came.

My dad was reminded of that week because it's also the week Mark McGwire broke the home run record. The tv was on a lot during those days as St. Louis people are freakish about their baseball.

My dad today asked me if it bothered me that people in my house were watching baseball and hootin' and hollerin' while my life was shattered.

It really didn't bother me at all. It was kinda surreal, but it didn't' bother me. Like I told my dad today, I appreciated the normalcy of it. In the most bizarre way possible, it comforted me.

I even considered writing to Mark McGwire and thanking him. But then he was stupid about steroids so I never did.