I'm at a lose this morning. This shouldn't be affecting me, but it is.
I've watched Tony Gwynn play since he was a rookie. I followed his entire career. I bought a ticket to the game in Montreal, where he hit his 3,000th hit (I didn't attend...I just guessed and bought a ticket for the game). I attended what was supposed to be his last game (the schedule got rearranged after 9/11). I booked my hotel and made plane reservations months before he was elected to Hall of Fame. I was there with 100,000 other people to see his Induction to the Hall of Fame.
I had the honor of meeting him on numerous occasions. From autograph signings here in San Diego, to driving down the freeway and waving at him, to just giving a "hey Tony" when he was shopping at the mall with his kids.
I don't believe in sports herpes, but man, Tony was *my* sports hero. He went to my alma mater. He coached at my alma mater. He was the best player on my favorite team, in my favorite sport. I wore #19 whenever I played beer league softball. Tony was my guy.