I’m entirely uneasy with using the death of a fan– or sadly, I must say the latest death of a fan– as a jumping off point for some kind of rumination on coping with collective sorrow and what a terrible season it’s been for anyone that follows the Toronto Blue Jays, because very obviously all of that pales in comparison to what happened to Brian Ludwig outside a Calgary bar this week, and what it means for his family, after the 41-year-old father was killed in a fight that started, according to police, via the Calgary Herald, with an argument about the Jays’ pitching staff.
How absolutely senseless and horrifying and stupid.
And yet I think it’s worthwhile today, with this and other, less crucial yet still dispiriting news about the team crashing down around us, continuing what has been an awful few weeks, to deliberately make the connection to that brutal event, and to think about what kinds of powerful emotions this little distraction called sports can stir in us, if only to shake our heads in disbelief and remind ourselves for a second or two that, holy shit, it’s only a game.
Just when you think it couldn’t get any worse…
This is your Game Threat.