Cupie and I went to his last game and the next Angels game. I remember us being pretty optimistic about the kid's future and being excited for him. And then, of course, the next morning everyone's phones were blowing up with the news. That next game, there was such a hush over the crowd for about the first three or four innings. It was like everyone was still in shock. By the end of the game, it certainly felt like we had gone to a baseball game, but one that seemed more like a therapy session than a night out with the boys.