I still can't believe this, and I bet Andrew Cashner can't either.
Your whole life has been spent working your ass off to reach the dream.
You're finally up in the Bigs as a starting pitcher and Freddy Krueger reaches up and nicks your arm with a big knife.
Yeah, I know there's no surgery or anything like that scheduled and we all expect to see him pitch again later this year, but that totally sucked and you and I can't deny that in the backs of our minds are other pitchers who showed the gift and had it taken away.
I vividly remember the dazed look of Adam Greenburg, sitting on the ground next to home plate after getting hit in the back of the noggin during his first at bat in the Bigs by a hack Marlin named Valerio de los Santos (I had to look the name up).
Poof, Greenburg never played again.
And that's how fragile a career in baseball can be.
Now, I don't think that about Cashner.
In fact, watching him in the dugout, still laughing and engrossed in the game, you can see he's got a good spirit and I can't wait for him to be able to throw again.
It just sucks, that's all.
And of course it does for Randy Wells also, but Cashner just got here about a minute ago.
So here's hoping they both get back on their horses after their mild strains and do what they're supposed to be doing out on the field rather than in the dugout, and management is smart enough not to rush these guys.
Now tonight, it'll be Matt Garza pitching in the high thin air waaaaay up in Colorado.
Think we'll hear about that after the game?