In 2006, the St. Louis Cardinals eliminated the San Diego Padres from the playoffs for the second year in a row. 11-year-old-me was disappointed but hopeful the team would be back in the postseason sooner than later. Unfortunately, it would be the latter. In 2020, the Padres finally returned to the playoffs, but I groaned upon seeing that the Padres would face the Cardinals once again. If you don't know, there's this 100% real thing called the San Diego Sports Curse (there's even a Wikipedia article about it!) that has caused my beloved hometown to become the largest city in the United States without a major sports championship. In addition to many other heartbreaks, I suspect that the SDSC is the primary reason why the Padres have been unable to beat the Cardinals in the playoffs. Sure enough, my fears appeared to be justified at first- Dinelson Lamet and Mike Clevinger injured themselves in their final starts and were left off the Wild Card series roster. I thought to mys...
There’s no easy way to start a post like this- but Kobe Bryant died on Sunday. How does one even begin to acknowledge the profundity of such a loss? You know how people talk about those “remember-where-you-were” when it happened moments? This wasn’t just one of those moments- it was more than that; when that initial TMZ story broke, the whole world came to a jarring stop. Case-in-point: I had been practicing guitar chords while sitting on my living room couch at the time I found out, when several of my friends had all, in unison, stopped whatever they were doing in their lives at that moment to send me the TMZ link. I didn’t want to believe it. To degree, I still don’t, even as I write this. But before long, it became clear that it was real. Like my friends who had first reached out to me and broke the news, my life too had come to a screeching, dissonant standstill. Like my friends who first reached out to me and broke the news, ...