I'm probably worrying too much, but
according to Extra Bases this morning Jed is still in Ft. Myers. Whether he's building his strength back up or convalescing, I don't know, but I'm letting it make me sick to my stomach.
It's really hard when you've followed a prospect for years and love them so much and things like this happen. Especially when you're all alone your first semester of college so you pour your heart into them because they're all you've got.
Two years ago today (4/10/08), Jed was called up from Pawtucket for the first time. Without any friends at school for my entire first semester and baseball being my only outlet, this was perhaps the best baseball-related thing to happen to me in ages. So I wrote
this humiliating friends-locked entry the day after that basically chronicles the story of how I fell in love with him in the first place and was so thrilled that he'd been called up for his first cup of coffee.
(
My entries from two years ago on the 15th, Jed's Major League debut, are equally humiliating. And yet they exist. There are five of them. I think every single one mentions him. Oops.)
A lot's happened in those two years, from him winning the 2008 ALDS by bringing home Jason Bay to all those wrist woes, and now he's got the Epstein-Barr Virus and is stuck in Florida. Sometimes I think I'm the only one who still cares about him this much as a player because of all the bad things that've happened to him since 2009. But there was a time in my life when he was all I had. All other baseball had ended, and he was in the Arizona Fall League. With nothing else, I latched on, and that was that.
Jed, I know you'll never know who I am, and I know we'll never actually say anything to each other, but I really just want you to be happy. You made me happy at a time when I really needed to be and was all alone, and in turn I want to see you happy and successful and playing again. You deserve it.
Love, me.