March 6th, 2006

Runforit

Bedtime Journals...

I suppose that one of the signs that you've been spending too much time online is when you dream about typing up a LiveJournal post. Sometime Saturday night, I dreamt just that. I was writing about a family I knew in grammar school, and how they pronounced their name one way while their cousins who lived across town pronounced it another way. Two things about that. First, I'm amazed that the name of the family is still floating around in my subconscious, considering I don't think I've consciously thought about them since eighth grade. Second, I don't even remember if there really were cousins, or if it was just the original family who moved across town, maybe because everyone on our side of town was pronouncing their name wrong. Memory is such a tricky thing.

Last night I turned out the lights at eleven, which is a little early for me, figuring on getting a full eight hours. I didn't sleep well. I'm used to waking a couple of times during the night, but I was very surprised the first time I woke last night, because it was only 11:35. I guess my body decided that since I'd gone to bed early, I'd only intended to nap.
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Kirby Puckett, R.I.P.

Kirby Puckett may have been the most popular man in baseball in the late eighties and early nineties. He proved that one doesn't have to be tall and lithe to be an athlete. He was short, roly-poly, and funny looking, but he played the game brilliantly. He was always enthusiastic and jovial, and seemed to take great joy in playing. That made it all the sadder when glaucoma (the result of a pitch that hit him in the head) destroyed the sight in his right eye, forcing him to retire at age 35. Five years later, he was elected to the Hall of Fame on his first try.

Apparently he wasn't able to handle the end of his baseball life as well as he'd played the game. His reputation became tarnished in later years as stories of infidelity, alleged sexual assault, and bizarre hehavior began coming out. People who'd admired his skill and joie de vivre, as I did, stopped paying attention.

Puckett had a massive stroke over the weekend, and died today. He was only 45. It's such a shame. He was a joy to watch.

eta: There's a great post by Batgirl about Kirby here.