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My father-in-law was from Barbados, and eventually settled in Philly. He was a big sports fan, and was passionate about the Eagles, Sixers, and Phillies. Back in 2015, he was here in Chicago, and me, Morris, and my wife Jenn, went to see the Phillies play the Cubs at Wrigley. It was pretty clearly going to be Cole Hamels' last start for Philadelphia, as the trade rumors were flying. And that was when Hamels twirled a no-hitter (and broke the Cubs streak of not getting no hit since Sandy Koufax did it to them on September 9, 1965, the day before I was born). Morris got a little teary eyed.

This past June, after fighting cancer and then developing heart problems, Morris passed away. It was about two or three weeks ago that MLB TV was free a week. So we'd turn on the Phillies games, and it really brought back feeling about Morris for both me and Jenn. We ended up buying the MLB package for the rest of the season.

Of course we had the game on last night. And had Lorenzen not pitched his no-no, the big story might have been baseball lifer Weston Wilson, in his first major league game, hitting a home run in his first at bat (we also walked twice and scored both times, giving him three runs on the night). Wilson's parents and wife and young child were in the stands. After Wilson hit the homer (a no doubter), they cut to a shot of his teary eyed dad. And as Lorenzen was putting the finishing touches on his no hitter, they cut to shots of his wife and infant daughter and his mom (his father passed away a few years ago).

As a White Sox fan, I've become fairly alienated from my own team. Last night, wasn't just thrilling, it was really emotionally resonant, and made me feel connected to a guy who I really miss.

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my wife and I went to our first ballgame since getting married a couple weeks ago and saw Lorenzen’s no hitter last night. it’s a bit of a story though, apologies in advance for length and CW depression and suicide

some of you will recall that I’m a Padres fan and she’s the Phillies fan and that we were at that 4 hour rain delay Sunday game where the Pads lost in extras (again) ... that was right before the wedding. we live in New York but she grew up in Philly and has her whole family there so it’s easy to visit. her parents travel a lot so we often stay at their place in town when they are gone

now the Phillies did a classy thing and offered people who had tickets to the long Sunday rain delay free tickets to another upcoming game (with some limited choices) ... my wife picked Weds the 9th at random cuz that is good with her work schedule, and then full focus on the wedding

fast forward, the wedding is wonderful and we return to the city only to learn a few days later that one of my best friends since college has died. we still don’t know the details, his wife of a year or so is devastated, he was abroad for work at the time so there are many logistics we are in the dark about. but my buddy had long battled with suicidal depression. I’m trying not to speculate

but I visited him in the mental health ward back last October and helped him get back out into the world, helped him move out of the apartment I helped him and his now wife move into almost a decade ago. I wrote the song “not a loser (for a day)” about visiting him in psychiatric care and trying to explain an exciting sports thing to him (the series against the Mets in the playoffs last year). not sure when I’ll be able to play that song again.

he was never a sports fan but always wanted to hear what’s going on with my various fandoms because he was just that generous of a guy. in return he taught me how to play D&D, was my first game master, and I’d let him tell me a bunch of stuff about Magic: The Gathering that I didn’t understand

he was visiting me in San Diego when my wife and I first started dating and they became good friends so she is also devastated. when the weekend passed in a haze of sadness, we realized “oops we are supposed to go to Philly for a baseball game”

we decide to go, to try to distract ourselves, then we find out her parent’s apartment has had an awful stinky flood and is uninhabitable. no problem, we’ll stay home with the cat and be sad. but NO the management company offers to pay for our hotel

and so we go. and both of us see our first no hitter live in the first game we attend as married folks. my wife said that it feels like our friend blessed us. I don’t know how much I believe any of that, but it at least feels like we were held by the coincidences and there is its own peace in remembering the Universe turns every which way and sometimes in ways that bring you joy

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