Every attempt to fill my head Sunday morning with the joy Yordano Ventura brought to the mound was countered by sadness that filled my heart.
Some distraction was necessary, no matter how mundane.
So I grabbed the grocery list my fiancée left on the counter and put on a jacket. We hugged. A bit tighter than normal before a routine trip to the store.
The KC cap I forgot I put on earlier, before learning of Ventura’s tragic death, was quickly spotted. A person wearing a Royals sweatshirt was the first customer with whom I crossed paths.