For the second time in just five short years, this team, and all of us here in fanland, are dealing with the loss of a young man in the prime of his life. My friend Travis called me Sunday morning and gave me the news. I hadn't seen or heard anything about it, as I hadn't had the television or radio on yet. Like many others here, I'm sure, my first thoughts were of the odd symmetry of DK's death and Josh Hancock, five years apart, both during series against the Cubs. Sometimes you look at the big picture of Life and simply cannot fathom the pattern.
I've been a fan of the St. Louis Cardinals since I was born, basically. In fact, in a weird way, the Cardinals are sort of the reason I exist. My grandfather was a minor league baseball player in the Cards' organization. At the end of the 1947 season, I believe, he was up with the major league team, just to get a look, and he met my grandmother while here in the city. This team has been a huge part of my life over the years, and I feel this loss almost as if a friend or a member of my own family were gone. I suppose it's a little odd that we should feel this way, but I'm sure many of you here understand.
I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank all of the fans of other franchises who took time to come here to VEB and offer thoughts and condolences. This game brings us all together, regardless of who we may be, or which team we root for. These tragedies usually seem to bring out the best in everyone, and all of the baseball fans who came here did themselves, and the organisations they love, proud.
Thanks to all of you, and all of our love goes out to the Hancock family. Vaya Con Dios, Josh.