Before tonight’s game began, everyone in T-Mobile Park collectively bowed their heads, closed their eyes, and took a moment of silence to honor Tyler Skaggs, who passed away yesterday.
When I was a kid, I never knew what to think during these moments of silence. I would stand and try my best to be quiet, but I didn’t really understand the purpose, or what I should be doing.
As it turns out, becoming an adult hasn’t shed much light on what to think or feel. There’s a sense of profound loss. A sense of injustice. An aching, unrelenting sense of finality associated with every thought.