I’ve written before about the romantic, poetic feelings this game brings out of me. How ecstatic it makes me feel, how nauseous I become watching it, how nostalgic I get thinking about it.
Yesterday, I lost a piece of what makes this game so romantic.
For nearly 10 seasons, I watched Troy Tulowitzki play shortstop for the Colorado Rockies. He debuted my senior year of high school as a starlet prospect and lived up to every piece of hype we could give him. He was electric defensively, his range and his throwing arm were exceptional and he brought the crowd to its feet with darling play after darling play.