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Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. I will be up front and let you know that there won’t be much discussion of sports in my blog this week. With the recent events, it has been a struggle to pay much attention to the sports world.
I knew him as Luckey. His parents were very close friends of my parents and although I never knew Luckey as an adult, our lives were intertwined though birth and friendships. With my dad out of town, Luckey’s parents stepped in to help when my mom went into labor with my brother. Since I was only 18 months old, Luckey’s dad stayed at home with me and his mom took my mom to the hospital. As fate would have it, she would become a patient as well with Luckey making an early appearance. Lucky’s family moved away a few years later, but I hired his dad several times when my big band was still playing. He was a wonderful piano and tenor player that played with an eloquent understated style that left you leaning in to hear more.
I did not know until recently that Luckey was a firefighter in Dallas. In fact, he was a captain in the Dallas fire department. Fate…do you ever wonder why? As I have grown older, I sometimes find myself remembering past events and thinking why I made choices or if I was just following a path laid out by a larger hand. Luckey was visiting friends last Thursday in West, Texas when word of a fire at the fertilizer plant reached Luckey. Although he was off work, he felt the volunteers would need help with the dangerous nature of the chemicals at the fertilizer plant. He had only five minutes to help before the plant exploded. Have you ever noticed how may people flee from trouble? Luckey was not that guy. He was the guy headed toward the trouble. In a world sadly lacking for heroes, Boston and West are reminders that they still exist. I am sad that I will never be able to get to know Luckey the adult, because it is obvious that he was a great man. I am sad for Luckey’s wife and three boys. I am sad for his sister Ann and his mom and dad.
I got a call from my son’s head coach last Friday. He wanted to give me a heads up that my son had been selected as male athlete of the year for his high school. To be honest, I was surprised and very proud. The coach told me that he always chose dual sport athletes and Blake was the best choice. For those that think they must chose one sport and “specialize” to be successful…I say bunk! It is hard to believe, but Friday is my son’s last high school baseball game of the season. The Westwood team won’t make the playoffs, but has had a good time playing the spoiler. Now that the season is almost over, I will post a few pictures and videos next week.
I happened to read that someone stole Barry Bonds HR plague from AT&T Park. All that remains of he plaque is some white glue on the wall. Too bad it was not clear glue, it would actually be very fitting.
I apologize for not bringing any deep thoughts for sports today, but honestly…I just did not have it in me.
That’s all I have for today, Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave a few deep thoughts of your own.
I will add a picture later.