There is no comfort. Not when tragedy pushes its way into the middle of a Monday afternoon in Texas and seizes a young pitcher in the prime of his career, a son, a husband, a friend and a teammate.
Tyler Skaggs was all those things—not in that order, not even close. We frame it that way, of course, because he was a Los Angeles Angel and there was a game to play Monday night and it's the middle of summer and baseball was his job. He was good at it, worked as hard as anybody to be better, kept pushing the boulder up the mountain the way baseball players do.