Fallen Hero

If you’d asked me a few years ago who my hero was, I would have been honest with you and said, “I don’t really have one.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in heroes.  I can think of several heroes; firefighters, teachers, mothers, doctors, pilots, etc… I just honestly could never think of someone that really moved or inspired me enough to call them my hero.

Then Josh Hamilton came along.

I’d always been a huge Rangers fan.  Ever since my Daddy first started taking me to games when I was nine years old, they were the only sports team I ever loved, even through the not-so-great years.  My first game ever, Rusty Greer hit a grand slam against the New York Yankees.  I was there when we won the 1999 West Division Championship.  I have a baseball signed by Juan Gonzales.  I.  Love.  The.  Texas.  Rangers.

When I first heard Josh Hamilton’s story, I knew I had finally found the hero I’d been missing. Not only did he play for the best sports team ever (the Rangers), he was very open about his love, not only for his family, but for Christ, and he’d overcome his struggles with addiction and substance abuse to become one of the finest hitters in Rangers – no – in baseball history. This guy was the real deal, a living legend.  Even though I’d never met him, I’ll never forget how proud I felt when, after one particularly awesome home run, one of the announcers stated, “The best hitter in baseball shows you why he’s the best hitter in baseball.”

No doubt about it; having Josh Hamilton play for your team was definitely something to brag about.

Unfortunately, when you turn someone into a hero, it only hurts that much worse when they disappoint you.  And that’s not their fault.  All heroes are human.  No human is perfect.

Josh Hamilton has had a pretty disappointing year.  From his complacent attitude and lack of effort at the end of last season, to signing with our known rivals, to the “Not a Baseball Town” debacle, it’s easy to see why his former fan base wasn’t exactly thrilled to see him make his grand return to The Ballpark in Arlington.

I’ll be the first to admit his remarks about Texas, the Rangers, and the fans ticked me off.  We loved Josh Hamilton.  We cheered for him.  We supported him through everything.  He was our hometown hero.  I’m not at all surprised that, upon his return to Texas, the fans booed him.  If I had been there, I probably would have been right there with them.

That being said, I think Rangers fans went too far.  I’ve read reports that fans said ugly things to his wife and children.  The abuse was so nasty that she had to call security.  I saw signs that taunted Josh for his alcohol and drug history.  Rangers fans chanted “Crack-Head” from the stands.

I understand booing Josh for the hurtful remarks about his former fans and for, come on, signing with the Angels, the one team in the world that Texans despise more than the New York Yankees.  Any former Ranger who signs with the Angels should expect to be booed.  Like I said, I would have been booing too.

But the attacks on his family and on his personal demons?  That’s going too far.  And maybe I’m a hypocrite for saying this.  It does kind of sound like I’m saying “This kind of jeering and abuse is okay, but the other is bad.  Don’t do it.”  But the world of baseball is a little different than the real world.  In baseball, opposing teams expect to be booed.  I’ve booed the Tigers, the Yankees, the Angels, the Oakland Athletics, Albert Pujols, Miguel Cabrera, CJ Wilson, Mike Trout, just to name a few.  If I ever met David Freese, you can bet I’d boo him for stealing the World Series from us (but I’d probably apologize, because, unfortunately, he is really cute).  Usually, booing someone in baseball isn’t personal.  But with Josh Hamilton, it is.  That would have been hard enough without the personal attacks on his family, on his little girls who were just there to support their Daddy, and the taunts about his past.

Before this series, I wanted nothing more than to see Josh Hamilton fail at the plate.  I have to admit, I’m thrilled that the Rangers won two of the three games, and ultimately, this series, against the Angels.  But instead of feeling like justice was served, that Josh got what he deserved, all I feel for my former hero is pity.

I hope for peace, both for him and his family, and I hope that the next time he plays here, the fans are at least a little more merciful.

Hate the team?  Fine.  Hate the player?  Fine.  Hate the person?  Not fine.  Never fine.

On that note, I hope the Angels fail miserably.

And go Rangers.

One thought on “Fallen Hero

  1. I started to comment, then got distracted – but I agree. Attacks on a celeb that are personal are low. It’s great people feel so bonded to what they are doing but it’s crazy they’d take it that far. Interesting post.

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