By now, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the tragic news regarding former Yankee pitcher Hideki Irabu. If you haven’t, I’ll just assume that you live either in a cave, or a home where you’re TV gets three channels and your PC is connected to the internet via CompuServe. Six in one hand, half a dozen in another–but that’s besides the point.
Either way, Irabu’s untimely and particularly sad death has shaken the sports world. Even though he hasn’t been at the forefront of our conscience since he was unceremoniously released by the Texas Rangers in 2002, his death has still created a groundswell of emotions among fans, analysts, and journalists that have been both (mostly) positive and (rarely) negative. In the case of Joel Sherman of the New York Post, his reaction was mostly negative.
“Sad news on Irabu who I will remember as a guy who could not integrate into a veteran #Yankees clubhouse, nor deftly handle hitters here #RIP.”
Classy. While this may not have been how he meant it to come out, he comes off as saying, “I guess I should say something about Irabu dying. It’s sad, but he sucked and was kind of a jerk. Oh, rest in peace.” Again, I’m not saying this was intent, but this is how it comes off. A man took his own life, and yet Sherman feels it’s appropriate to discuss Irabu’s perceived faults? Really? I’m not saying that his death forever inhibits Sherman from takling about Irabu’s legacy, but there’s a time and a place for everything. That time is not now. It’s not tomorrow. And it’s not next week. Sherman should, quite frankly be ashamed of himself. What he said was in poor taste.
To Hideki: where ever you are, I hope you found your peace. We may never understand your motives for doing what you did, but rest assured your demons can’t hurt you anymore. Continue reading Thoughts on Irabu