It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell.
I don't believe in magic
But for you I will, for you I will.
-Countin' on a Miracle
Bruce Springsteen
There is no reason to weep for Albert Pujols. There is no reason to feel sorry for him. Based upon everything I have read about him, he would not want you to do so.
Nevertheless, given not only the career he has had for the past two decades, but the way in which he has carried himself on and off the field and all of the good works he has done, it is impossible for me, as a baseball fan, to not feel more than a little badly for Albert Pujols if the events of this week represent the end of his first-ballot Hall-of-Fame career. His is a story of incredible success tempered by a cautionary tale.
Life is a contact sport. And the story of everyone's life, regardless of who we are, is found in the non-fiction section of the celestial bookstore.
We've got no fairytale ending
In God's hands our fate is complete
Your heaven's here in my heart
Our love's this dust beneath my feet.
-Countin' on a Miracle
Bruce Springsteen
-AK
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