I had a new experience in January and it wasn’t enjoyable. To wake up to the news that a teammate has been killed is something you never expect to happen to you, or wish upon anyone. On January 19 my teammate, Carla Swart, was hit head on by truck while out training in South Africa – she died while being rushed to hospital. Carla was exuberant, full of life and at the risk of pun, fiery. At 23 she had just signed with one of the biggest teams in the world, was mere months away from completing her university degree and had the talent to take her to the top. For her life to be cut so short still seems a surreal reality which is more than a tragedy.
I only knew her for a short period but in that time it was hard for her energy and enthusiasm for life not to seep in and affect you. She loved what she did and was passionate about it. Her enthusiasm for everything – not just bike racing – was almost impossible to match.
I missed this a few weeks ago - an article by HTC’s Chloe Hosking in Bicycling Australia, about Carla Swart and her legacy. You can download the whole article through the link, or it’s here (PDF)
You see, there’s a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I’ve got a ballplayer alone, I’ll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. ‘Course a guy’ll listen to anything if he thinks it’s foreplay. I make them feel confident and they make me feel safe and pretty. ‘Course, what I give them lasts a lifetime, what they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball – now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s sake? It’s a long season and you gotta trust. I’ve tried ‘em all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul is the Church of Baseball.
Congrats to all! Marriage is hard…get used to it! ;) #LeYawn #MoveAlongNothingToSeeHere