Of illness and loss of things past

Often I have wondered how it must feel for the big league pitcher who was the best in the business to suddenly realize that he is no longer able to make his pitches, hit his spots, or put the extra velocity on the ball that had always given him his edge. We view them on television or at the ball park as they endure a public viewing as their skills abandon them.

How sad it is for them, how sad it is for us,as the fleeting excellency of skill and youth escape us.