A moment of silence, a couple of toasts, and a lot of screaming.

Last night Nick Adenhart, a good young Angels pitcher, was killed along with two others by a hit and run driver just a few hours after the best outing of his career. This, my friends, is a tragedy of gargantuan proportions. I mean he was just 22 or something, with the whole world in front of him, but it was all snatched away by a guy who ran a red light and then hoofed off into the night trying to get away with it.

So I think a long moment of silence is called for—for Adenhart, the other two victims, and their families. And then, at the first opportune moment, I hope you'll join me in raising a few Old Styles (or reasonable facsimile) in their honor. And remember that Adenhart could have been a Cub just as easily as an Angel.

As for the SOB that did this... it would be good if his daily showers at Folsom are standing-room-only sell outs of Angels Fans (currently doing time for crimes too nasty to list here) giving him a steady diet of the high hard one. If you know what I mean.

Joe