Remember Phillip Hughes
As ever, in the face of terrible tragedies,
the questions overwhelm: Why ... how ... why ... why
... WHY? And as ever, the answers don't remotely satisfy. How can a
healthy young man, engaged in the passion of his life, among the world's best
at his craft, while wearing protective equipment ... still be mortally
felled by what seemed a relatively innocuous ball?
It defies explanation, for there are no answers worthy of the
name. As I wrote on Thursday morning, it seems more a matter of mathematics
than mayhem. That is, if players engage in an activity where there is a
one-in-10 million chance of mortal injury ... 10 million times ...
then it stands to reason that every few decades someone will be the victim of
colossal catastrophe through the fault of no one.
I further noted that while optimism is in the very nature of
sport -- the ingrained belief that out of every loss some good must come – in
the case of Phillip Hughes this is proved wrong, as from such a thing as this
there is only tragedy from which there is no comeback. But maybe I was wrong.
Right now, amid the devastation, there is strong discussion
among the Australian cricket community about whether next week's Test against
India should go ahead. Would it be disrespectful to play it? Would the players
even be capable of concentrating on a mere game in the face of losing such a
cherished teammate in such circumstances? The last part is for them to decide.
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