Nothing

Read the article about the man who fell to his death at the Atlanta Braves game the other night. He was just a young man with his whole life ahead of him and he went tumbling down 65 feet over a railing and landed in the parking lot.

The article quoted his heartbroken mother and father and they were upset...

About the configuration of the stadium.

About the idea that their boy might've been drinking.

There's nothing that can be said.

Nothing that can be done.

To take away such pain.

Back when I was a kid we had the Aud here in Buffalo.

That thing was almost straight up and down. For a kid who was pretty scared of everything a trip to the nosebleeds was akin to torture.

Even a few years ago when we all went to a Yankee-Indian game Sam was petrified about climbing the stairs.

They say the kid may have been out smoking a cigarette and he may have leaned too far over the railing to see into the parking lot. He was 6'7" and I imagine that the protective railing hit him about waist level.

And there will be a lot of people who point to the fact that an accident such as that hardly ever happens.

And perhaps they will try and blame it on drinking.

Eventually they will say it was the fault of the kid.

And maybe it was.

But nothing will bring him back.

And nothing will take away the pain of imagining his final moment.

It seems to happen too often.

Josh Hamilton tossed a ball to a man who fell to his death last year trying to catch it.

Every year there are two or three whether it be baseball or football or college football.

Would it kill them to make the railings a little higher?

Nothing I say can make the story better.

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