Note: For a long time I’ve been looking for the right platform to post this story and I’ve just decided that I wanted to post it here. It has NOTHING to do with my business but the nice thing about owning my own business is that I get to do what I want. I hope you enjoy. This is a very personal story.
Edit: September 18th. I lied. This has everything to do with my business. I’m a writer.
On Tuesday, August 1, 2000, 17,469 people walked into Oakland Stadium to watch the hometown Athletics take on the Toronto Blue Jays. The Athletics were two years away from the famous, or infamous, Moneyball years and the Jays were seven years removed from their back to back World Series titles. While the A’s would go on to win 97 games that year and win the AL West, little suggested that either of these teams were a World Series contender. And so I didn’t bother turning on the game. I was slightly preoccupied.
Days before the game, my grandfather had suffered yet another health setback when he had suffered a stroke. He was not well and had not been well for some time. The man that I used to watch baseball with was gone and in his place was a shell. The latest setback had left him in a great deal of pain and this was being counteracted by a great deal of painkillers which left him, more or less, as a vegetable. My family took turns watching over him in his hospital room, essentially waiting for the other shoe to fall and my grandfather to pass.