A year ago, Dave Niehaus died. A former coworker and fellow baseball fan texted me the news. Denial. Turned the radio on. The news was true, heart attack. Outpourings of grief. Disbelief. I didn't really know what to do with myself as the news slowly sunk in. I drove down to Safeco Field to pay respects, maybe find some fellow fans as lost as I was. When I arrived, there were more reporters there than fans. After standing awkwardly for a few minutes in front of the home plate entrance where the makeshift memorial was taking shape, I left feeling unsettled.

I still feel unsettled.

RIP Dave.