One of the lesser reasons I chose sports as my journalistic focus was so that hopefully I’d never have to cover something truly horrifying. Journalists always have to be objective, and often even dispassionate, but I never wanted to have to truly sacrifice my emotions to cover something that would otherwise upset me.
As the bombing of the Boston Marathon showed, not even my beloved world of sports is safe from the ever-encroaching terror of modern life. Realizing that has left me feeling, in the words of the column I wrote for Wednesday’s paper, “hollow.”
People told me that column was very well done — “perfect,” even, according to my editor. And while I appreciate the compliment, I’d happily and instantly trade a well-written op-ed for the three lives lost — including an 8-year-old boy and a Boston University grad student — and more than hundred shattered by what happened on Monday.
With a heavy heart, here’s what I wrote this week.