When news moved over the AP wire Saturday that Corey Koskie had called off his comeback attempt, I reached over to the top of my computer tower and lightly tapped a small bobblehead of Koskie.
Lightly, in honor of the real-life player's vulnerable brainpan.
There is always a sadness surrounding the end of an athlete's playing days; it is a miniature death for many of them. But in this case, it came as a relief. Koskie, after all, had two years of his life ruined by post concussion syndrome — brought on by a fall in which he didn't so much as bump his head. That he wanted to play again is understandable; baseball is what he has done with his adult life, and he was good at it. But at what cost to his future health?
I admired Koskie's play in his Twins heyday. I didn't want to watch a Cubs game and see him try to break up a double play and wonder if he was going to be able to get up. I'm glad he's decided not to chance it.
e-mail Edward Thoma
Baseball Blog
March 22, 2009


