Think back: Once you were the starry-eyed child. You watched on the television or, hopefully, someone took you to a game. There you were amazed by what that one guy or girl did. How can he run so fast? Did you see that pass? 2/17
By this point, you have your heroes. However, you cannot get enough of them. You have to have all their merchandise. Mom? I have to have that jersey! You don't understand! Apparel, autographs, balls, bats, cards, pucks.. you want it all. 4/17
After years of enjoying your hero's success, their skills are finally eroding. Sad but true. He's not hitting 40 homers anymore. Her fade-away jumper is no longer sure-fire. He can't run as fast as he used to. 6/17
The day you've been dreading is finally here. You heard it on the radio or television. Maybe you read it in the paper or online. There is a good chance you know where you were when they announced it. He's hanging them up? No! Don't! 8/17
Finally, the years of emptiness have some reward. The game you loved and followed, even without your hero, has called him to a place of enshrinement. Virtual immortality! YES! Of course he belongs there! 10/17
The buzz in the sport is about the new kid. They come from good stock, you hear. Then you catch the name. Your hero has a child in the game! If he's half the player his father was, he'll be great! The obvious comparisons are made. 12/17
There it was, splashed on the front of some website, scrolling past in social media, or emblazoned in the pages of your paper. The hero of your youth has passed away. How can that be? It has to be a mistake! 14/17
The cycle continues. 17/17