I have never followed the plight of the Australian Cricket Team. I have no idea about the rules, or the teams, or any stats. All I know is a friend sent me a glitchy video days ago; I had no idea I would see a Phil Hughes struck by a ball to the base of his head. With trauma like that – at terribly fast speeds – my heart ached at the idea that the prognostic indicators were not good.
Now that he has passed, it’s disheartening to know that people still seek out that video. In death, only one’s accomplishments should be sought out and appreciated. I don’t know much about him; but from the outside it seemed that he was a young man living out his dream of playing cricket. That is probably more that can be said about plenty of people still on this earth. He did what he loved, he was mighty good at it and he was always amongst friends and family.
Besides people saying “it was probably his time” (a rant for another time), what enrages me most is a disgraceful comment I heard on the radio about people being even more heartbroken that it happened in a sport like this. Does it make it any less heartbreaking that young man Alex McKinnon sustained a horrific upper spinal injury, simply because he played rugby? It would be ridiculous to think that the possibility of injury/fatality in a sport should dictate the level of sympathy we give to the injured. Because in theory, the fault is then placed on the athlete for ‘choosing’ the sport in the first place.
Let’s be clear: The increased potential of fatal risk shouldn’t stop a Judo wrestler from grappling if Judo is a sport that he/she loves. In the same token, the spectator shouldn’t be any less sympathetic in the event of injury.
Regardless, Sean Abbott is in my thoughts. This was a sad accident, one he should never carry the burden of. I hope he feels that supporters will always be there to share the load if need be.
RIP Phillip Hughes.