I saw a kid go down in a college fall scrimmage game this weekend.
Not my kid.
Not even my kid's school.
He was caught in a run down and eventually fell down and was tagged out. But, when he went down, he screamed in pain and the sound brought a silence to the entire ball field.
Both teams returned to their dugouts while he remained in the spot where he went down, sobbing, now surrounded by coaches from both teams and a trainer.
After what was a good while and felt like an eternity, two teammates helped him off the field, supporting him, while he hopped on one leg to keep pace with them as they walked and supported him from both sides.
Everyone who saw it was thinking the same thing: He just blew out his ACL.
I'm thinking "This is terrible. Don't know the kid at all. Don't know if he's a starter or bench player. Don't know if he's a freshman or senior. But, I do know that, if it's the ACL, he's looking at 6 to 9 months of significant rehab after surgery - maybe even a year -and it's probably never going to be the same."
My heart is breaking for a total stranger because I know it's random and unexpected and not deserved and cruel for this to happen. And, it happened in a meaningless fall scrimmage game.
It's also clearly if not for the grace of God go I situation. He did nothing wrong other than being unlucky. And, something like this could happen to anyone.
Count your lucky stars and be forever grateful when your kid finishes a game as healthy as he was when it started. That's winning. Forget the scoreboard. Never take it for granted that nothing can happen.
I don't know the kid and I guarantee that I wouldn't even know if it was him if he was standing in front of my tomorrow. But, I sincerely wish him all the best. Seeing something like this is terrible.