Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Why I love baseball, reason #1993

Sometimes, you read a baseball story that sends a shot of renewed faith in humanity through your soul. Like this story:
Matt LaChappa hasn't thrown a pitch professionally in 10 years. He is confined to a wheelchair, and constrained by the physical fallout from back-to-back heart attacks.

Yet the Padres continue to pay him as if he were an active player. It might be the noblest thing they do...The baseball salary LaChappa draws is relatively insignificant – even by the Friars' modest standards – but the gesture is absolutely grand. It helps the disabled pitcher retain his insurance coverage and fulfills a promise Oppenheimer made when the Padres picked the El Capitan lefty with their No. 2 selection in the 1993 June draft.
In today's world where money means everything and people mean nothing, the Padres have reminded us that yes, people do live on the planet, that we can take care of others and help each other out, even if it costs us a bit. [/sappiness]

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