From SABR member C. Trent Rosecrans at the Cincinnati Enquirer on January 6, 2016:
We all have memories of Ken Griffey Jr. — the swing (oh, that swing), the over-the-wall-catches, the back-to-back home runs with his father and the dogpile at the Kingdome.
Mine is different. Much different.
When I think of Ken Griffey Jr., I think of a nearly empty clubhouse in Sarasota, Fla., in the spring of 2008. It was just two people, one of whom happened to be headed to the Hall of Fame and the other was me.
I was covering Reds spring training and on the way back from Ft. Myers the day before, I got a call from my father and the news wasn’t good. My mom had cancer, specifically colon cancer.
Originally published: January 6, 2016. Last Updated: January 6, 2016.