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Freddy Peralta Got Traded from the Brewers, and I Have Thoughts…

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Folks, last week one of my favorite Milwaukee Brewers pitchers, Freddy Peralta, got traded to the New York Mets.

Why is this important to me? Well, he was the de facto ace of the staff, was fifth in the Cy Young Award voting for best pitcher, and had proven to be durable and dependable in his career with the Brewers.

I can hear you now, though. “If he’s so good, Barb, why was he traded to another team?”

The Brewers are a small-market franchise, meaning they do not get as much advertising money as bigger-market teams like New York (either the Yankees or the Mets) or, God forbid, the Los Angeles Dodgers, they who have wrecked competitive balance and have been allowed to do so by MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred. (Don’t get me started on the Dodgers bloated payroll, or I’ll be here all day.) Because of that, they can’t afford to pay many players what they’re worth. They usually choose one or two players to pay, and try to lock others up early with better-than-average contracts for their youth or lack of time in grade as a MLB player, which will buy out their arbitration years (that’s where if they don’t like the contract they’re offered, they can go in front of an arbitrator; the player’s representative gives the figure he wants, MLB team gives the figure they want, and the arbitrator decides).

Also, Peralta was a beneficiary of this, to a degree. They signed him to a long-term contract extension early in his career that, at the time, was worth more than his stats would indicate as they felt he had huge upside. They were right (as the Brewers front office staff often is). Peralta, the last few years, was still making excellent money for a non-sports star, but far, far less than most of his pitching contemporaries.

But this is his “walk year.” Meaning, he has only one year until free agency, where he can negotiate with any team (including the dreaded Dodgers). The Mets may be able to sign Peralta to a long-term contract extension before the end of this year, but the Brewers never would’ve been able to do so. That’s why the Mets made an offer (two prospects, Jett Williams and Brandon Sproat, for Peralta and fellow right-handed pitcher Tobias Myers), and it’s why the Brewers accepted that offer.

I have nothing against either Williams or Sproat, mind you. I hope they’ll do well for the Brewers, as Williams is a utility player with great speed who makes contact, and Sproat is a pitcher with big upside. But the Brewers traded a known quantity in Peralta, a semi-known quantity in Myers (who had a good year in 2024, and split time in 2025 between AAA and the big-league club), to get the two prospects. And while Sproat has pitched a little in the big leagues, the jury is out as to whether or not he’ll eventually be a good replacement for Peralta, as durable starters are rare these days in MLB.

The thing is, as a long-time fan of a small-market team, I know how hard it is for them to compete, year after year, with deeper pocketed clubs (especially the Dodgers; I like some of what the Dodgers do from the front office, they have a great staff, and I like their manager Dave Roberts. But the amount of money they spend on personnel is insane). That’s why it hurts to see good player after good player leaving the team, whether it’s Prince Fielder years ago or Freddy Peralta now.

We’re fortunate, in a way, that we have had some long-term stars to look at, like Hall of Famer Robin Yount (only played for the Brewers), former MVP and Rookie of the Year Ryan Braun (only played for the Brewers), and former MVP Christian Yelich (still active, and who’s only played for two teams in his career, the Miami Marlins where he started and the Brewers ever since he got traded to them). The Brewers have been canny in some of their moves, such as signing stars like Peralta and emerging superstar Jackson Chourio to long-term extensions early, which keeps them in Milwaukee years longer than might’ve been possible otherwise. (Every time they do this, they’re gambling that the player will develop well and won’t get hurt. So far, their gambles have mostly been very good to extremely good.)

That said, it hurts when former Brewers stars like Willy Adames bolt for other teams in free agency, even though as fans we know that players have to go wherever they can get the best deal as their careers are so blessedly short. It hurts when former Cy Young Award winner Corbin Burnes gets traded during his “walk year,” as he was a few years ago, no matter how good the folks are who come back in that trade. (The jury’s still out on pitcher DL Hall, but Joey Ortiz has proven himself a capable and reliable defensive infielder. He does not hit for contact, though, and strikes out way too much for a guy who is not a slugger. I’d grade that trade as something like a C-plus for the Brewers, but it could still go up if Ortiz ever figures out where the strike zone is and learns to stop waving at pitches far outside of it and if Hall ever gets healthy.) It hurts when world-class closers Josh Hader and Devin Williams get traded, and it hurts when someone who didn’t really get much of a chance this last year but proved himself to be a standup guy — Rhys Hoskins — is not re-signed.

And it hurts when Peralta, who, like Adames, was a great clubhouse guy who everyone seemed to love and appreciate (and never called out anyone else for poor play other than his own self, a rarity with contemporary ballplayers in some respects), gets traded during his walk year also.

It doesn’t matter that my head understands the logic. My heart is still kind of bruised, as a fan of these players. (Also, Adames and Peralta, like current Brewers star Christian Yelich, were known for their philanthropy over time and overall unselfish attitudes.)

I know that when Peralta’s career ends, he’ll be inducted first to the Walk of Fame (as all past All-Stars representing the Brewers tend to be) and then later the Wall of Honor. He’ll always be a Brewers player in my heart, except when he plays the Brewers (in which case I will hope he gets a no-decision). He’ll always be loved in Milwaukee.

Unfortunately, that’s cold comfort to me right now as a fan. And I do wonder how general managers or front office staff, those who know these players personally far better than I ever could, manage to do this without throwing up and having night sweats.

Random Thoughts on Recent Sporting Events

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Folks, I am dealing with a sinus infection that is actually a secondary infection to something else. I suspect it was the flu (though I did get the flu shot, they “guessed wrong” and the strain we got wasn’t the one they’d tried to inoculate us against), but I will never be sure as I tested negative for it by the time I got into the doctor’s office. (For what it’s worth, I also tested negative for Covid.)

Anyway, while my attention span continues to be splintered, I did have a few thoughts yesterday, mostly while watching sports. During troubled times, like the times we’re going through right now in the United States, there’s a type of purity in sport that calls to me, possibly because it’s meritocratic to a large degree. (There are some games thrown off by bad officiating, mind you. That’s why I said “to a large degree” in the first place. But I digress.)

So, the first thing I watched over this weekend was a surprising Milwaukee Bucks team, with a healthier Giannis Antetokounmpo, beat the Los Angeles Lakers in Los Angeles on Friday night. The Bucks are under .500 (meaning they’ve lost more than they’ve won), mostly because Giannis was out for ten games or so. When Giannis plays, the Bucks are world-beaters. When he doesn’t, they struggle. A lot.

That said, this year’s Bucks team has shown improvement from everyone except Giannis (as Giannis is already All-World, what more can you do there but sustain your excellence? Which Giannis is doing, of course), and guard Ryan Rollins has been particularly good offensively and with assists. No one saw his huge improvement coming, though he played well in more limited playing time last year. Plus forward Kyle Kuzma has played substantially improved defense and seems much more comfortable and confident than he was last year after he was traded from the Washington Wizards for forward Khris Middleton. (There was more to the trade than these two guys, but they were the “main two” in the trade. I say this for sports’ fans completists, who will know full well that I’m not discussing that whole trade. But I digress again, and time is short.) Making this improvement even more surprising is that Kuzma has mostly played in the second unit, being the first or second guy off the bench (along with long-time Bucks excellent sixth man, Bobby Portis). So instead of starting, he’s coming in to spell others, and while he has played well also while filling in for Giannis, he really seems to have taken to the sixth (or seventh) man role. Further, Kuzma has been completely unselfish in his play, which I also think very few people would’ve expected.

A slight digression: Kuzma wasn’t selfish last year, I don’t think. But he had growing pains from being traded by a bad Washington Wizards team after having been by far the best player on that team. He only intermittently fit in with last year’s crop of Bucks players and seemed more than a bit uncomfortable. But all of that is gone now, and he’s been a standout of the Bucks season thus far.

Then, I watched the Green Bay Packers lose to the Chicago Bears after the Packers had led nearly all game. But as they’ve been doing lately, the Packers fell apart in the fourth quarter, and lost their fifth consecutive game. (This means they “backed in” to the playoffs, as other teams had to lose for them to advance due to their own problems.) This was partly because four or five of the best players on the team (besides Jordan Love, the quarterback, Malik Willis, the backup QB, and the wide receiving crew) were injured, including excellent defender Micah Parsons, who had season-ending surgery several weeks ago.

There’s talk now that Matt LaFleur, the head coach of the Packers, will be fired. I don’t think he should be. I think the team was trying to overcome a lot of unexpected injuries. I don’t think coaches should be fired when big-name players like Micah Parsons are too injured to play (and made a huge difference before his injury, granted). I also don’t think coaches should be fired when their excellent tight end, Tucker Kraft, was on the football equivalent of the disabled list in baseball (OK, they call it the “Injured List” now, but you know what I mean.) Too many front-line players were hurt, and if the Packers had trailed from the start, rallying only to fall short in the last few minutes, I think fans would be happier than what happened.

See, when it goes the other way — when you are leading the whole game, only to be caught at the end (there also was some abysmal play by the kicker, Brandon McManus; McManus is usually reliable and dependable, but he missed two field goals and worse than that, also missed an extra point and didn’t come close to making any of those three things) — fans get expectations. We can’t help it. We see how well the Packers are playing, or whatever team it is, and we start jumping to endings. “Wow, the Packers as the seventh seed are about to knock off the two-seeded Bears? Impressive!”

Then it doesn’t happen.

(Another digression: It reminds me of how I have to get my books back out there. I haven’t been up to rewriting blurbs. Some days lately, I have only been barely able to do the equivalent of trading water, though I did finish up a big edit a week and a half ago, and am working on another now.)

Finally, I got a chance to watch the men’s United States figure skating championships (oh, the miracles of modern television and streaming!), and was impressed with the top five skaters. Ilia Malinin won, of course, as was expected. (He does jumps no one else in the world can do, has excellent footwork and spins also, and basically is the best figure skater in the world.) Andrew Torgashev came in second (repeating his finish from last year’s nationals), Maxim Naumov third, Jacob Sanchez fourth, and Tomoki Hiwatashi came in fifth. All four of these men skated very well, though not perfectly (Sanchez probably came closest to perfection in his program, followed by Torgashev). Naumov was particularly impressive as he lost his parents (who were also his figure skating coaches) last year in the plane crash with the U.S. Army helicopter (it was unfortunately the helicopter operator’s fault, which doesn’t help anyone concerned). He was the sentimental favorite for an Olympic spot partly due to that, and partly due to the fact that he’s been on the cusp of figure skating excellence for at least four or five years.

Still, there were other great stories. Torgashev had two very fine performances in a row in his short and long programs and brought the crowd to its feet. Jacob Sanchez, only eighteen years of age, skated the program of his life and was visibly overjoyed at his performance, also earning a standing ovation. Takahashi finished only two points behind Sanchez in a strong fifth place, and both he and Sanchez were about two points behind Naumov’s third-place finish. (Seriously, if skating were more like a horse race, these three would’ve led to a photo finish or the equivalent. These guys did it different ways, but all skated the best they possibly could under the circumstances in my opinion.)

The lone disappointment, for me at least, was the performance of popular figure skater Jason Brown. Brown has the best overall skating skills in the world due to his phenomenal spins, excellent footwork, good, deep edges to his skating, and usually has competent-to-better jumps that look fantastic because of his overall approach to the sport.

But Saturday night wasn’t his night. He “popped” one jump (something happens when skaters jump and the body won’t let them rotate; that’s the best way I can explain this), turning a triple into a single. He nearly fell three times and did fall a fourth. (Granted, he did it balletically and if anyone can fall beautifully, it’s Jason Brown.) Most of his triple jumps were underrotated to my eye (and, unfortunately for him, also to the figure skating judges in the arena from what I could tell), though he did do a few good combo jumps with a triple and a double (and may have done one triple-triple). He had a good attitude about his skate, and didn’t show anything other than calmness and maturity, something I know I found very hard to do when I was competing in music contests (yes, even when I was in my early thirties, as Jason Brown now is). I can only applaud Brown for taking it in stride, as he’s had a great career in the sport and probably wanted to go out on a high note (as it’s generally assumed that this will be his last competitive year in figure skating), as did everyone who’s watched him over the years.

Now it’s up to the United States Olympic Committee (USOC) to pick the teams to represent the United States. Because Brown has been so reliable, there is thought he’d be placed on the team despite his performance yesterday evening as the third skater behind Malinin (a no-brainer) and Torgashev (second year in a row as silver medalist, also a no-brainer). But if it were up to me, Naumov makes the team instead of Brown, and both Sanchez and Hiwatashi go as first and second alternates, taken to Milan to observe and be ready in case anyone gets injured. Only after those five men are placed should Jason Brown be given any consideration, even with his long years in the sport and his overall popularity, mostly because figure skating is a sport where stars are often fleeting. For all I know, this could be Sanchez’s only chance despite his young age. Hiwatashi skated so well (as I said, both he and Sanchez were right up there with Naumov and all three had similar scores, with Naumov edging them both out — sorry about the pun there), he also deserves to go as an alternate.

Mind you, I don’t like having to type out those words because Jason Brown is a friendly, honest, kind-hearted person and has been a particularly distinctive and elegant skater for probably the last fifteen years if not a bit more. He broke onto the scene relatively early, and he’s stayed relevant now into his thirty-first year of life, which is almost unheard of in men’s skating these days due to the rigors of all those triple jumps (and, if you’re Malinin or the others I discussed in the top five, at least one quad jump, though Malinin has been known to have up to seven or so quads in his program). Those jumps are hard on the back, harder still on the knees, and probably are harder every year you skate due to past injuries and such.

So, as an “older performer” myself (though I am, ahem, a bit older than Brown’s thirty-one), I don’t like having to say stuff like this. I love Brown’s skating and wish he’d had the performance of his life, so he could go out on a high note as he deserved.

But sometimes, as I’ve said before, we don’t get what we want. We have to be resilient, which Brown has been his entire career, and find ways to be content with our performances even if they don’t turn out the way we want. (At least we got up there and tried. That’s more than most people can do right there.)

What I think should be done with Jason Brown is something akin to what the Dodgers did with Clayton Kershaw in the All-Star game. Kershaw wasn’t pitching his best anymore, but was a great pitcher, and will be elected to the baseball Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility. He deserved to go to the game out of longevity. He came in and pitched at most one inning (it might’ve been less), and the crowd was able to give Kershaw one final ovation.

I don’t know how you do that in figure skating. (I’m a long-term fan, but this situation hasn’t come up before, as best I can tell.) Brown deserves something similar, but how does it happen without slighting Naumov, Sanchez, and Hiwatashi, who all easily out-skated Brown last night? (As did a few others, as Brown finished up in eighth place.)

They only have so many spots. I know that. And the USOC can do one of four things:

  1. Reward Jason Brown for his longevity and give him the chance to win a team medal.
  2. Give Sanchez the third spot as he’s eighteen, an up-and-comer, and that will give him needed experience for his next Olympic try (providing he stays healthy) in 2030.
  3. Give Hiwatashi the third spot due to his overall improvement, his long record of international competitions and overall competitiveness. Or…
  4. Just name the top three finishers, Malinin, Torgashev, and Naumov, with Sanchez and Hiwatashi being alternates, as I said in the first place. (These last two probably will get sent to the Four Continents championship, which is often what the runners-up to the Olympic team get assigned to…but there’s nothing wrong with that.)

Those are my thoughts. This blog went on a little longer than I’d expected, but I hope that readers enjoyed it anyway…may you have a great week, full of happiness and kindness and resilience, and don’t let the bastards grind you down. (Whoever the bastards may be.)

Damian Lillard Returns to Milwaukee, Gets Ovation

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Folks, when the Milwaukee Bucks waived All-Star guard Damian Lillard, I was furious and said so at the time. Lillard is a class act, someone who brought tireless energy and a will to win every single night. He worked hard to return from a blood clot in his leg — something that often sidelines players in all sports for far longer (even taking them out of entire seasons) — coming back in time for the playoffs. Then, because life can be cruel sometimes, he tore his Achilles tendon during the playoffs.

Because Lillard wasn’t likely to play at all this season, the Bucks waived him and “stretched” his contract over a period of years. This was a scenario no one had expected. Lillard wasn’t told before it happened, either, which I thought particularly egregious…anyway, Lillard landed on his feet, signing with the Portland Trail Blazers (where he started his career and played eleven years before being traded to the Bucks), and he just returned to Milwaukee with Portland, as the Trailblazers played the Bucks last night (and beat the Bucks, too).

Lillard can’t play right now, though he is rehabbing and he can take parts in some of the warmups and such. In that, he’s like Bucks star forward Giannis Antetokounmpo, who is also injured right now. The Bucks players and coaches were happy to see Lillard, too, as they knew how good of a person he was, and how cruel the National Basketball Association (NBA) can be as a business sometimes.

But their warm welcome was dwarfed by the thunderous ovation Lillard received from the Bucks fans.

You know how I said before that I was incredibly disappointed in the Bucks front office for waiving and stretching Lillard’s contract? I still am. But I am incredibly heartened by the Bucks fans, who really liked Lillard (for good reasons), and who did not like this “NBA business move” as it seemed to dump on a quality guy who’d done everything he possibly could to win with the Bucks, including coming back quickly from that blood clot in his leg, changing his own game to play more defense, get more assists, and shoot less often (though with the excellent accuracy and ability he’d always shown as a Trailblazer in Portland). The Bucks fans recognized this. And they wanted Lillard to know that the two years he spent in Milwaukee were memorable.

Thus, the ovation.

I am pleased, mind you, that the Bucks came up with the video tribute to Lillard (they don’t always remember to do this, as they completely forgot when former coach Mike “Bud” Budenholzer returned with his then-team the Phoenix Suns, and Bud won a championship with the Bucks in 2021). That shows class, and also shows what I expect out of the Bucks: respect for a true winner, someone who gave it his all, and who just wanted the best out of life.

Lillard may be better off rehabbing in Portland, mind you. His kids are there, and they are a joy and a delight to him (which is as it should be). He can take them to school more often, pick them up, take ’em to doctor appointments, see them in recitals or anything else they may be doing…all of that is an unexpected blessing, as far as I’m concerned, from the Bucks classless and shoddy act in the summer.

“But what about Myles Turner?” you might be asking. “They waived Lillard’s contract to get him. Don’t you like at least that part of it?”

I have nothing bad to say about Myles Turner. He’s done fine as a Buck so far.

But he is not Damian Lillard. And to get Turner, who is of course blameless as it wasn’t up to him as to what the Bucks front office staff did, the Bucks had to (excuse me) crap all over Lillard despite Lillard having put his all into his two years as a Buck.

I hope that Damian Lillard knows, now if not sooner, that most Bucks fans did not like what the Bucks front office did. That ovation should tell him, if nothing else, that we Bucks fans saw Lillard and appreciated his classiness and hard work.

As it’s nearly Thanksgiving, I can honestly give thanks that the Bucks fans gave Lillard this huge ovation. Because he deserved it. He is worthy of it. And I’ll never forget this heartwarming act, because it’s good to know that many other fans feel as I did, and still do.

My Favorite Baseball Team, the Milwaukee Brewers, Are on the Brink of Elimination

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Folks, I’m still in a holding pattern with regard to my housing situation, but I can at least write about my favorite baseball team, the Milwaukee Brewers, even if it’s not what I had hoped to write.

“What are you talking about, Barb?” you might be asking.

The Brewers are in the National League Championship Series (NLCS for short) against the “best team money can buy,” the Los Angeles Dodgers. The Dodgers have a huge payroll that’s almost four times as much as what the Brewers can afford (Milwaukee is the smallest “market” in major league baseball, though if you add in the entirety of the state of Wisconsin, it’s comparable to a few others even if nowhere near the Dodgers), and in particular, their pitchers are very highly paid because they’re all proven winners.

That being said, you still have to perform. You have to do what got you here, or you’ll lose. That’s true for any team at any time, regardless of how much (or little) they’re getting paid.

So, the Brewers had the best overall record in MLB this past year. They beat the Dodgers six times and lost none. That had Brewers fans optimistic that this may finally be the year the Brewers go back to the World Series (the team hasn’t been there since 1982; I was very young then but still a huge fan and did attend a World Series game), even though the playoffs can be a “whole different animal.”

But it appears our optimism was misplaced. The Dodgers have steamrolled over the Brewers, and with the exception of game one (where the Brewers had loaded the bases in the ninth inning, only not to score the tying run), they have dominated every game they’ve been in.

Bluntly, the Dodgers have looked like the champions they are and have been for many years. The Brewers batters have looked more like chumps than champs, though most of the pitchers have been excellent and have done exactly what they’ve needed to do to give the slumping Brewers hitters a chance to tie or win the games.

I hate to write words like that, mind you. These guys try hard, and I know no professional athlete wants to end their season in a huge slump. No one wants to have a season that started with “Win one for Ueck!” (Bob Uecker, our longtime radio announcer, also a comedian and TV actor, passed away at the beginning of 2025) end in such ignominity.

But the facts don’t lie.

Now, if I were a sports psychologist, I’d tell the Brewers hitters one thing, and the Brewers pitchers another, but it would amount to the same thing. “Control what you can control” is the overall message, but I’d say to the pitchers that they did everything they could and controlled what they definitely could control. But the pitchers can’t bat for the hitters (with the exception of someone like Shohei Ohtani, Dodgers superstar, pitchers no longer bat), and they can’t control those at-bats or what the hitters do whatsoever. I’d tell the hitters that all they can control is how they approach the at-bat. (Some of the players have had long at-bats that have helped to tire the pitcher out over time, and those are considered successful at-bats or at least not failures even if they don’t result in a hit or walk.) Are they going up there confident in their abilities, confident in what they’ve shown all year long? Or are they going up there expecting to be beaten? (The latter is almost impossible for a professional athlete, mind. You don’t go into that field if you are that defeatist because the odds are very long to get to “the show,” as MLB is called, at all.)

See, if you put it that way, the athlete knows he’s doing his best. (No women, not even female umps, yet in MLB, though there are some female executives and coaches.) He can focus on the process of hitting, rather than dwell on the outcomes they’ve seen. Every day is a new day, and providing you’ve maximized your odds and done what you can to play your best, you have nothing to apologize for.

Anyway, the fact is that the Brewers must now win four games in a row against a Dodgers team that suddenly seems like the best team ever (AKA the 1927 New York Yankees, which featured both Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig, among other superstars). This seems like too big of a bridge to cross, at least from what I’ve seen out of the Brewers in this series. Yet, I still have hope that the Brewers can win at least one game, so their fans won’t feel awful, and so they, themselves, won’t feel awful.

Last year, I said to my friends and family that I felt the wrong team went on in the playoffs when the New York Mets won against the Brewers (a last-ditch homer by Pete Alonso, the slugging first baseman of the Mets, was the killing blow). This time, I can’t say that, because the Brewers have simply not been on the same level as the Dodgers during this series.

I will note, for the record, that there have been two teams in the 2000s that have forced a Game 7 after starting a seven-game series down three games to none. Those teams were the 2004 Boston Red Sox, who won Game 7 and advanced to the World Series, and the 2020 Houston Astros, who battled back from that three-game deficit but lost in the decisive Game 7. I will also note for the record that my favorite ever team, the 1982 Brewers, were down two games to none against the then-California Angels in a five-game series and won the final three games to advance to the World Series that year. (The Brewers lost. But they played hard and well and the city of Milwaukee and the state of Wisconsin celebrated them then and continues to appreciate them now. They were the equivalent of this year’s “Average Joes” in having a blue-collar, anything for the team outlook.)

So, it is theoretically possible that the Brewers can still win a game or two and make things feel less awful for themselves and their fans. It’s even theoretically possible that they can still advance to the World Series…but if they’re going to do that, they need to win later today. And as big of a fan as I am, I can’t be sure of that.

Still. The Brewers should focus on winning game 4. Do that, and then you can focus on winning game 5.

I hope they can do that. I’d feel a whole lot better about things if they did, even if they still lose this series and even if the Dodgers still advance to the World Series.

My reasoning for that is simple. The rallying cry “Win it for Ueck!” won’t work next year. So if they really do want to win it for Bob Uecker, the time is now.

No Housing News Yet…But Milwaukee Brewers Continuing to Thrive

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Folks, I knew I owed you all some sort of update regarding my housing situation. I wish I had a better one. I’m still looking for a place and remain on quite a few waiting lists. I am moving up on those lists, but not quickly enough.

I’m still staying with a relative. This is not an easy situation for either one of us. I appreciate the help, though I wish I didn’t need it, and every day is a struggle.

One of the few bright spots I’ve had to consider has been the overall play of the 2025 version of the Milwaukee Brewers. Last year, in the MLB playoffs, the Brewers were eliminated in the first round at the very last minute by the New York Mets (a late homer by Pete Alonso, a slugging first baseman/superstar, off our star closer, Devin Williams, was what caused the Brewers to be eliminated). So this year, in order to have a better playoff chance, the team set a new record for wins with 97 and had the best overall record in the entirety of MLB. This guaranteed the Brewers would have more home games than road games in the playoffs, and also guaranteed a first-round bye so the team could heal up a little.

What’s been so outstanding about the play of the 2025 Brewers is how everyone called to help has stepped up. There was an outfielder called up during the summer, Steward Berroa, who made a great highlight-reel catch in centerfield to save one game, and he was only up a few days with the Brewers. Other standouts were the pitching of Chad Patrick, shuttling back and forth from Triple-A to the big-league club, the pitching of Logan Henderson (who showed without a doubt that he’s a big-leaguer, but was not able to stick in the bigs due to too many people ahead of him at the position), the fact that good players like Blake Perkins and Robert Gasser were able to heal from injuries and come back to contribute…no matter what, the Brewers found a way to win.

And they even turned one odd situation into an advantage, in that pitcher Aaron Civale did not want to be a reliever even on a team that could well win the World Series. He felt he would not make enough money next year if he became a reliever, so the Brewers had to find a trade partner in a hurry. They did. The Chicago White Sox had a struggling first baseman named Andrew Vaughn, who they’d sent to Triple-A over his lack of productivity at the plate. The Brewers swapped Civale for Vaughn, and that was one of the turning points for the Brewers as Vaughn (after an injury to starting first baseman Rhys Hoskins) stepped up in a big way for the Brewers and became not just a star with the team, but a fan favorite.

There’s no quit in the 2025 Brewers. They just keep going. They’re relentless. Their manager, Pat Murphy, has described them as “woodpeckers,” which seems accurate as they just keep pecking away. They are a resilient and determined team, they get along well with each other (always a plus), and they’ve just found a way to keep getting better all season long.

Right now, they are preparing for Game 4 against the Chicago Cubs in Chicago. The Brewers lead this series, two games to one. (The Brew Crew lost last night to Chicago, 4-3.) And they’ll have their very best starting pitcher, their ace, Freddy Peralta, pitching tonight.

No major reporter for MLB picked the Brewers to be as good as they turned out to be. (Most had the Brewers finishing in fourth place, and not even winning more games than they lost. They were quite wrong.) Even now, the Brewers are not expected to beat teams they handily beat all season long if they continue in the playoffs (I’m looking squarely at you, Los Angeles Dodgers), and they’re certainly not expected by the major media outlets to be the National League’s entrant in the World Series.

I hope they will be, though. I like this team a lot. It reminds me of my favorite-ever team, the 1982 Brewers (then in the American League), which was another team that just did not quit and kept going no matter what. The ’82 team is the only one that has ever reached the World Series, and it did not win (though it did take seven games to eliminate the Brewers and end their season without the WS win). It’s about time a new Brewers team gets a chance to win a World Series…and the 2025 team is in an excellent position to do just that, providing they can get by the Cubs and whoever else they might have to play in the next round (the NL Championship Series, or NLCS) — right now, it would appear that team is likely to be the Dodgers, but it could still be the Phillies if the Phillies scramble and are able to win three games in a row (they won one game last night; two to go).

This team, like the ’82 Brewers, gives me hope that if you try hard enough, and you maximize your talents, and if you get some lucky breaks, you can still do very well for yourself. (The Brewers had a fourteen-game winning streak after an eleven-game winning streak earlier, and an eight-game winning streak as well. To win fourteen games in a row meant there were some good breaks happening; that’s when the phrases “Uecker Magic” to commemorate late baseball announcer and friend of the Brewers team Bob Uecker, and “Brewers Magic/Milwaukee Magic” were coined.) Mind you, that doesn’t mean you can take your eye off the ball. You have to keep doing your best, even when it seems hopeless, even when it seems like there’s no way you can win…you can only lose if you give up inside your head, and I refuse to do that.

So, I will cheer on my Brewers tonight as they take on the Cubs in Chicago. I’ll also keep trying to find a good place to live, one that I can afford, that has heat in the winter and air in the summer, in order to improve my overall physical health and give me the best chance to write, edit, and compose music.

In Tough Times, Try to Have Fun (Say the Brewers and Musician Chuck Mangione)

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There’s a lot wrong with the world right now, especially in the United States. It can be tough to remember that there is still good in the world, along with good people who will do their best to make the world the best place it can be.

I mention this because of two things. One, jazz flugelhornist Chuck Mangione passed away at age 84 earlier this week. His signature song was called “Feels So Good,” and it came out in 1978. (I know some of you were not born yet.) 1978 was a time of distress for many. There was “stagflation” going on — both inflation and stagnancy, which is kind of the worst of both worlds when it comes to economics. Many people were struggling, as the work they had didn’t pay enough to live, or maybe they’d just lost their job.

So, why did Mangione come up with “Feels So Good” at that particular time?

No one knows the answer to that but him (and he can’t tell us anymore). The best I ever garnered from various interviews and such was that he felt life was a gift. He wanted to showcase something fun, something upbeat, and something memorable.

He certainly did that, and in spades.

I recently found out that Mangione was not only a trained jazz musician (that was obvious), but had worked with Art Blakely’s Jazz Messengers group before breaking out with “Feels So Good” and leading his own group. The Jazz Messengers are a hard-swinging group playing traditional jazz (mostly bebop, with some late 1950s into the early 1960s expressionism if it made sense to them). This was quite a surprise to me, as you’d never think anyone who’d worked with them (as Mangione did) would’ve come up with “Feels So Good.”

Anyway, I have a second reason that reminded me it’s important to have fun, and here it is: The Milwaukee Brewers 25th Anniversary of their home field (now called American Family Field; originally called Miller Park) included one of the most fun events I could possibly conceive of as a Brewers fan, that being an Alumni Home Run Derby.

The Brewers had many wonderful players in the last twenty-five years, and the Derby brought back ten of them. Eric Thames hit massive homers and was — and still is — built like a bodybuilder. Nyjer Morgan was a speedster, but did credibly in the Derby, hitting a couple of homers. Corey Hart, one of my favorite all-time Brewers, hit five homers in the limited time given to each player, and actually made the two-person finals. Ryan Braun and Prince Fielder, Brewers icons, of course were there, and so was Carlos Gomez with his elegant swing and happy-go-lucky attitude. Bill Hall, one of the best all-around infielders the Brewers have ever had, did credibly also. Casey McGehee was an entrant, but wasn’t able to hit a homer (that was OK with the fans, I read; they were just glad he tried). Brewers pitcher Yovani Gallardo, who won a Silver Slugger award for the best-hitting pitcher when pitchers still hit, looked good and hit well. And, finally, Keon Broxton, a very speedy outfielder and mostly a defensive specialist when he was with the Brewers for a few years, hit five homers to match Hart and gain the final round.

Now, I have to mention something about both Broxton and Hart. Broxton is only thirty-five and never had a major injury to his feet, legs, or knees as far as I’m aware. Hart is forty-three and suffered major injuries to his knees which required surgery. Broxton looks like he could still play, similar to Ryan Braun, whereas Hart looks more like what he is now: a proud father and a decidedly retired player. (Note that I do not mean “out of shape” here. Every Brewers alumni player who went up to bat showed they’re still in exceptionally good shape. Broxton was notable because he almost looked like a triathlete, if that makes any sense, and none of the rest of them did.)

But Hart’s swing is still the same, a long, looping, easy swing, and that’s why despite a torn muscle, he not only attended the Derby but was its runner-up.

Mind you, both Hart and Broxton were not the players thought of to be in the playoffs. Most thought it would be Ryan Braun, Prince Fielder, and/or Carlos Gomez (as I don’t think most fans realized it was only going to be a two-person final; I know I didn’t). Hart was probably picked more often than Broxton, though, because Hart was known to be a power-hitter (Hart, like Broxton, was also excellent defensively and quite speedy before knee injuries robbed him of his speed and flexibility).

But it was Broxton’s day. He won the Derby, he took a celebratory trot around the basepaths, and when he got to home plate, all the Brewers alumni who’d participated fell down (as they did once for Prince Fielder after a booming homerun).

See, the Derby was just plain fun. Lots of good things came out of it, and fans went away smiling even though the game beforehand wasn’t the best (as the Brewers lost to the Miami Marlins, 5-1).

The reason I talked of both things — Mangione’s passing, along with his huge hit “Feels So Good,” along with the Brewers Alumni Home Run Derby — is because they both promoted happiness and well-being. The song is a bit playful (if you ever listen to the whole thing; it’s often sampled now in commercials, which to me waters down its impact), while the Derby sparkled with former Brewers still showcasing their God-given abilities.

Of the alumni, Hart and Fielder both suffered injuries that ended their careers far earlier than they would’ve liked, but on this day it did not matter…they gave joy to the fans, who gave joy to them, and it was almost a picture-perfect version of a positive feedback loop.

At any rate, the fact remains that we have to look for reasons for hope sometimes. We need that. We need to know that it’s not only OK to have fun, it’s necessary.

Chuck Mangione knew that. The Brewers alumni knew that (and still know that), too.

Somehow, I need to remember that in my own life.

I will work on it, as my life continues its major upheaval (as I will be moving soon, destination still unknown).

Damian Lillard Deserved Better from the Milwaukee Bucks

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Folks, as I’ve said in a few comments elsewhere on the internet, I have rarely been as disappointed in the Milwaukee Bucks as I am right now.

Why? Well, they waived star point guard Damian Lillard in order to use an esoteric “stretch” provision in the collective bargaining agreement between the NBA and the NBA Players Association. This allowed them to divide the two years of Lillard’s salary over the next five years’ worth of time.

That would not have been my choice, ever.

I don’t care what financial obstacles the Bucks had in trying to keep Giannis Antetokounmpo around another few years. The fact is, Lillard did everything asked of him in the last two years, including coming back from having a blood clot in his calf as quickly as he possibly could (something that often takes players completely out of a season even if Game 1 of the new season has just been played). Lillard had this happen approximately 2/3 of the way through the season. He was back before the playoffs started, which is a credit to not only his toughness and team spirit, but his overall physical fitness.

Lillard was praised by former Bucks center Brook Lopez due to Lillard’s unselfish play, too, earlier this year (long before the blood clot issue). Coming to the Bucks, Lillard had always been the number one option. He’d have to change his game to a degree in order to work with Giannis.

Lillard did that, which is almost unheard of from a man of his caliber in the NBA.

Look. Lillard will be in the Basketball Hall of Fame someday. He’d be in there right now if he had for some reason decided to retire. We were lucky to have him for two full years in Milwaukee, as he was and remains a classy individual who works hard and is a family man. He was never all about himself. He was always about the team. He also worked hard on his defense, to the point that he made several excellent defensive stops during the season — something no one would’ve believed (except maybe Lillard himself) before they happened.

In my opinion, no one in the NBA should treat someone the way Lillard was treated in being waived. He wasn’t told by the Bucks front office as far as I know. (I’m no insider, of course.) He wasn’t clued in by Giannis, who probably had to know about all this nonsense (as part of the reason for Lillard being waived was to get a younger center for the Bucks, and the Bucks couldn’t do that unless some of Lillard’s salary was deferred). The Bucks didn’t go to the NBA as far as I know and say, “You know, we might have to waive Lillard, which will make us look terrible, like ingrates, like cheapskates, in order to sign someone else.” (Yes, they did go to the NBA and request “salary relief” from them, which was not granted. But did they really put it all on the line the way I just did? If so, shame on you, NBA!)

Lillard should’ve at minimum been told by the Bucks front office that he was about to be waived. In addition, because Giannis is known around Milwaukee and Wisconsin for being a good person, Giannis should’ve contacted Lillard and told him he wished him well and that this should not have been the end of Lillard’s career with the Bucks.

For Lillard to come back from the blood clot issue, only to have an Achilles tendon tear in the playoffs, was exceptionally difficult to watch as a Bucks fan (and probably even worse as a Bucks player). To see someone play with such heart get waived all because of money really ticks me off.

I hope Lillard knows that at least some of the Bucks fans out there are not happy with this move. (Not that we can do much about it, but still.)

I also hope that Lillard will, when he is healthy, come back with whatever new team he signs with, and scores fifty-plus points against the Bucks. (And I have never said that before, except in one comment I made a few minutes ago prompting this blog, ever, as I am a Bucks fan.)

In short: Damian Lillard is a good person, did his absolute best for the Bucks and their fans, and absolutely, positively, did not deserve this terrible treatment from the Milwaukee Bucks.

As for the Bucks GM, as for Giannis himself…if they really did not do anything to clue Lillard and/or Lillard’s agent that something like this was about to happen, I have news for them.

Karma is a mother, sometimes.

Recent Heckling of MLB’s Ketel Marte Troubling

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Folks, most of you who’ve read this blog for any length of time know I’m a baseball fan. And while my favorite team is the Milwaukee Brewers (always has been), my heart goes out to players who’ve suffered from life.

Take the Arizona Diamondbacks second baseman Ketel Marte, for example. Most people wouldn’t know he’s suffered loss, as he often smiles, laughs, and jokes around on the field…but recently, a fan heckled him in Chicago and it upset him dearly.

While I don’t know exactly what was said, Marte’s mother was invoked. It was apparently far beyond a “your Mama wears combat boots” type of insult, which most MLB players have heard since their days in Little League. My guess is it went like this: “It’s a good thing your mother’s already dead, considering what you just did.”

That’s wrong. It shouldn’t have happened.

See, Marte’s mother died in 2017. He still grieves for her. She died in a car accident, which means it was a sudden and completely unexpected death.

Marte is now thirty-one years old. He’s still a young man. But most of his success in major league baseball has come after the death of his mother, and that’s been very hard on him.

Maybe some of you are thinking, “He’s making big money. Why should I care?”

You should care because you’re a human being and you’ve likely suffered loss yourself.

I know that I understand how he feels. If someone heckled me about my late husband, I’d be first livid and then later very sad. It’s hard to stay above such personal insults. It hits you on a raw spot, even years later.

As for the unnamed fan, he’s been indefinitely banned by not just the White Sox, but by the entirety of MLB.

Baseball players are human beings. Their careers are often quite short. The money they make seems nice on its face, but there are a lot of trade-offs that come with that money, including constant travel, the potential for serious injury, the loss of time with their families, and much more. It’s not a job most people would want if they considered all the downsides, including possible interactions like with this dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks fan.

Most baseball fans have reacted the way I have, whether they’ve lost someone close to them or not. They know that insults like that are not acceptable and cannot be tolerated by civilized human beings.

I really wish everyone would try to remember that we only get this one life to live. We should approach people with dignity and respect as much as possible.

So if you’re going to yell insults at a baseball player or other athlete, stick with how they’re playing. Leave the parents, spouses, children, etc., out of it.

But better yet, don’t heckle at all. Life is too short for that.

Mourning the Passing of Milwaukee Bucks Legend Junior Bridgeman, 71

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Junior Bridgeman was the type of person everyone should want to be. He came from very modest means, once building a stereo out of spare parts with his brother (spare parts he’d scavenged, I’d heard) because otherwise he couldn’t listen to music. He played fourteen years in the National Basketball Association (NBA), most of them for the Milwaukee Bucks, and turned the money he made there (about $350,000 over his full career) into over a billion dollars by the time he passed away suddenly earlier today.

I say all that, because it’s been reported widely, especially in Wisconsin. But Bridgeman was known for his kindness, his optimism, his humility, and for being a family man around these parts, far more than his business acumen (which was formidable) or his friendships with other NBA players like Earvin “Magic” Johnson, Alex English, even Shaquille O’Neal. Bridgeman was the type of guy to do anything for anyone, as he had a good heart, a kind soul, and truly cared about others.

You know how Google’s motto has often been summed up as “Don’t be Evil,” right? Well, Bridgeman’s personal motto should’ve been something like this: “Do good. It matters, whether it looks like it or not.” That, along with living his personal values and faith — in himself, in others, and in the world at large, along with faith in the Higher Power — was what Junior Bridgeman was all about.

I remember seeing Bridgeman play on television when I was young. He could do anything. He was a great passer, he was a gifted scorer, could play both forward and guard despite the fact he was only 6’5″ (short for an NBA player, even then), and was perhaps the best sixth man in the entirety of the NBA for most of his career. (A sixth man, for those of you who don’t know anything about basketball, is the first guy to come off the bench after the five people who start the game. He’s often one of the most important people on the team, as while he doesn’t have the cachet of a starting player, he’s expected to put up nearly as good of numbers and be an optimistic and maybe even a benevolent presence to be emulated by players not as good as himself that were also on the roster. I know I put that in a very wordy way; I apologize.)

So, being a sixth man was in some ways beneficial to Junior Bridgeman. He knew he didn’t have to be in the limelight all the time to live a good life, have a great career (his number is retired by the Bucks; he wore the number two), and do his best. Some stars, once the limelight is gone, do not do well; there are many stories of the Ryan Leafs of this world, where they get into DUIs, other legal troubles, and can’t acclimate themselves to the pace of a more normal life. Fortunately, Bridgeman did not have that trouble at all.

Bridgeman, recently, became a minority owner of the Bucks. (Yes, he went from player to part-owner.) I don’t know a better rags-to-riches story than that, because it showed the current players that with far less money than they have now, Bridgeman was able to overcome and become a very savvy and accomplished businessman.

But that’s not really how I remember Junior Bridgeman. How I remember him isn’t even the on-court presence or the adept passing skills or the sweet jump shot Bridgeman possessed. Instead, it’s his penchant for helping others.

When we lose someone as kind-hearted as Junior Bridgeman, some of the light goes out of this world. The only consolation we can have is this: he shared his light for as long as he could, and maybe kindled light in others, who will continue to be beacons throughout their lifetimes.

I mourn the loss of Junior Bridgeman tonight. I hope his family, friends, teammates, the entire Bucks organization, and anyone else Bridgeman ever knew or ever helped will be comforted, somehow, by what I said above.

The light he shared matters. The example he set also matters.

But damn, I wish Junior Bridgeman was still here with us, to help more of us see the light.

Remembering the Lives of the Skaters, Parents, and Coaches Who Died in Recent DC Airport Crash

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Folks, while I’m not Scott Hamilton, not Brian Boitano, not Nancy Kerrigan, or anyone most of the figure skating community would recognize as I never skated, my heart aches for these people.

As a young musician, I traveled a lot within my state to various competitions. If there had been competitions like the ones in figure skating for young adults, I could’ve been in the same position these skaters, parents, and coaches were in.

Most of the names of the people who passed away have been released now, so I can discuss them a little bit more easily than before. I want to start with Franco Aparicio. He was thirteen, a citizen of Argentina, who was a member of the Washington Figure Skating Club. Gifted skaters often come to the United States because there’s more available ice time here (some countries might have one rink, or worse, no rinks at all), there are far more coaches available here, and it’s possible to make friends with like-minded people here. In his home country, Franco might’ve been considered odd for his love of figure skating and wanting to become an Olympic champion. In the United States, he found companionship, friendship, and appreciation for his abilities.

Franco’s father Luis was also aboard the flight that collided, somehow, with a helicopter. He was a skating parent, and did his best to help his child learn and grow as a skater and as a person. He was a dedicated man, driven, and did what was best for his child in bringing him to the United States where Franco could train and learn and find friends.

Franco’s coach, Inna Volyanskaya, was also aboard. She was fifty-nine, and was known for her grace, her resilience, and for winning six international medals as an ice dancer while skating for the former Soviet Union. She was very proud of Franco, very proud of all of her students, and was known for caring about them…possibly like a mama bear caring for her cubs. She was the type of person, I’ve gathered from various Internet sources, who loved figure skating, loved its grace and ability to transcend nationality and evoke beauty. She’d lived and worked in the United States for several years before her passing.

Brielle Beyer was twelve. She’d had a rare cancer as an infant, and grew up loving what so many young girls love: Walt Disney World. Taylor Swift. And skating. She was gifted. She loved her mother, Justyna, also aboard the fateful flight that took their lives. Her father called Brielle a shining beacon of light, so talented, with so much more to give.

Justyna Beyer, like Luis Aparicio, was a skating parent. She did everything in her power to get Brielle the training she needed. Being sent to the developmental camp was important for Brielle, so Justyna went while her husband stayed home and held the fort. She was very much looking forward to going home, but had enjoyed being among other skating parents like her in Wichita as they all watched their children, gifted skaters all, learn from the best.

Alydia Livingston was just eleven years old. She and her sister Everly, fourteen, had a following on Instagram as the “Ice Skating Sisters.” Alydia was an ice dancer, and was the youngest of all the skaters aboard. Ice dance is a different discipline than either pairs skating or women/men’s singles skating as it requires a partner, lots of time to get to know your partner and his quirks on the ice, and be able to develop a unison with said partner while gliding and dancing around the ice. Ice dancers don’t, technically, do any jumps, but they can do lifts and their discipline is very challenging due to the need for unison and unusual dance-type lifts. She had only recently found a new ice dance partner and was very enthusiastic about him and figure skating.

Everly was a singles skater. This, to non-figure skating cognoscenti, means she did jumps, spins, footwork across the ice, and so much more, fitting all that against music, wearing costumes reflecting that music, and almost certainly studying some form of ballet or dance as that helps skaters of all disciplines. (Alydia probably did some of that, too, and would’ve done more as she grew.) Everly was more reserved than her sister, but the ice made her sparkle; she loved skating. With her sister on that Instagram account, they promoted skating as a sport and as an art form.

Alydia and Everly’s parents, Donna and Peter Livingston, were known for their devotion to their daughters and being willing to go anywhere their daughters needed to be in order to further their skating. While they both held jobs — she worked for Comcast, and he worked as a real-estate agent — their true passion was for their daughters. Everyone knew it, from what I can tell by the various accounts all over the Internet. That’s why both of them were on the flight, why both of them had managed to get time off for a week at the same time — imagine how difficult that is for non-skating parents, OK? That’s hard. For something like this? That has to be magnified a thousand percent or more…yet they found a way and they were there with their daughters, until their end.

Skater Cory Haynos was sixteen. He’d recently landed a triple Axel jump, one of the most difficult three-revolution jumps. (Technically, it’s three and a half revolutions, which is what makes it an Axel in the first place. Plus the takeoff is different.) He was very proud of this, as he should be; this was part of what he needed, going forward, to become the rising star he hoped to be. He already was a gifted skater with limitless potential. He also was a Christian, and had a Biblical verse listed on his Instagram account. Cory had power and speed, and these two attributes were especially important to continue to climb the ladder as a skater. His family, including his cousins, believed Cory would represent the United States in the Olympics someday.

Cory’s parents, Roger and Stephanie, were skating parents who’d do anything for their son. She was on the board of the Figure Skating Club of Virginia, Cory’s home away from home…they, like the Livingstons, somehow found a way to go as a family to the important developmental camp held in Wichita at the conclusion of the United States National Figure Skating Championships. (I added “national” there because many skaters call the US championships the “nationals.”) They died alongside their son.

Note that all of these skating parents were in midlife. They had much time left to them, had this not happened. It’s not just the kids and their skating that’s so important to remember here, but the parents who did everything in their power — absolutely everything — to help get their kids the ice time, the coaches, the friends, the support…all of that was absolutely essential to their children’s development, they knew it, and they did it all.

Skater Edward Zhou was sixteen. He was known for being a bright light, someone who encouraged everyone. He loved skating, to the point he’d fall and get up with a smile on his face. One of his schoolteachers, Julie Barker Little, posted on Facebook as a tribute to him that he was “everything you could hope for in a student, in a young man, in a fellow human being. He was magic!”

Edward was also humble, his teacher Barker Little said. He only spoke of skating when asked. Other athletes were in his class that made big fusses over whatever sport they were in, and they had no idea that Edward was so gifted. Edward was actually part of the national development team for four consecutive years. Barker Little said Edward loved to learn, had taken Spanish classes and was given an award for learning the language so well, and was the epitome of grace and class. (That’s how I’m phrasing it from other things she’s said online.) Edward had also learned the important triple Axel jump, just like Cory Haynos.

His parents, Joe and Kaiyan Zhou, went everywhere they could with their son. They were devoted skating parents. He was their only child, and they did everything they could to help him become the young man he was destined to be. The Skating Lesson, a skating social media page, said that the Zhous were known for always being at the rink.

Skater Olivia Eve Ter was just twelve. The Skating Lesson reported that Ter’s coach, Sergei Baranov, called her “cheerful, positive, talented, goal-oriented girl.” She loved ballet in addition to figure skating (this does not surprise me; often, figure skaters take ballet or another dance discipline as it helps skaters learn how to move in different ways), and she’d improved in leaps and bounds over the past year. One of the other coaches at her rink, Maria Elena Pinto, called Olivia “effervescent” and that she loved to listen to Taylor Swift and watch her coach, Sergei, dance. Olivia also liked to play practical jokes on her coaches, and apparently kept other skaters in stitches, loosening up the atmosphere at the rink whenever she was around.

Her mother, Olesya Ter, was a devoted mother with a kind heart. She had been a pediatrician in Russia, but came to the United States to support her girls. Surviving them are Olivia’s father (and Olesya’s husband) Andrew and Olivia’s sister, Anna Valery.

Alexsandr Kirsanov was forty-six. A former ice dancer who competed for the U.S., Russia, and Azerbaijan, he was known for his kindness, his light-heartedness, and for being genuine. Former U.S. ice dancers Dennis Petukhov and his wife and skating partner, Melissa Gregory, said on MSNBC that Sasha was the type of guy who’d do anything for you he possibly could. He was down-to-earth in the best way. He truly cared about people. And he was kind…while like any coach, he could be critical (you almost have to be, in order to show your students what they need to do to improve), he delivered his critiques with a smile. Kirsanov was married to Natalya Guden, and they both coached for the University of Delaware Figure Skating Club.

Kirsanov was the coach of Angela Yang and Sean Kay, both just eleven years old. They’d been undefeated in the juvenile ice dance category all year. That’s hard to do. Sasha was very proud of them, and Yang and Kay had big dreams for the future. Angela’s mother, Lily, and Sean’s mother, Yulia, accompanied them on the flight. Angela is survived by her father and two siblings. Sean is survived by his father and three siblings. Kirsanov is survived by his wife, Natalya, and their children, both skaters.

I discussed Jinna Han and Spencer Lane in the earlier blog, but keep in mind their parents, Jin Han and Christine Conrad Lane, were also like the Livingstons. Like the Haynoses. Like Luis Aparicio. Like Mrs. Ter. Like the Zhous. Caring people who wanted the best for their children. People in midlife, with much time remaining for them to continue to encourage their children, giving good examples to others, and following their own passions, their own jobs, their own lives alongside their children. These were infinities, as science fiction author Lois McMaster Bujold called it.

These people were all infinities.

It’s been a few days, now, since all of these wonderful people died. Like former Olympic Champion Scott Hamilton, I can’t wrap my head around it. All of that potential, gone. All of those vital people in midlife, gone.

I really hope the National Transportation and Safety Board finds out what happened here, and that it never, but never, happens ever again.