Once again the other night I watched a great baseball warrior who is only a shadow of what he once was try to fight back against Father Time. I truly hurt for John Smoltz as the Yankees pummelled him mercilessly. As a long time Astro fan he was the guy in the Atlanta rotation I feared the most when the money was on the table. He was a warrior in his prime. Just as I remember seeing Mays, Seaver, Perry, Carleton, and others at the end it was sad to see. I still remember as a kid seeing Eddie Mathews pinch hitting for the Tigers in the 1968 Series and how lonely he looked walking up to the plate when he no longer was the great homerun hitting star. I remember he hit a long foul with HR distance but he kind of just stared at it like he was thinking of days in the past when those long drives came a lot more often for him. That was the end for him. So once again I saw that in the end baseball humbles even the greatest players in the end.
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