Remember when (we) were young...

....you shone like the sun? Shine on, you crazy diamond.

RIP Mark "the Bird" Fidrych. Talk about a statline from a bygone era, even though it wasn't that long ago:

The curly-haired right-hander was the American League Rookie of the Year in 1976 when he went 19-9 with a 2.34 ERA and 24 complete games.

I was just getting into baseball when Fidrych burst upon the scene, and was gone shortly thereafter. And now he's gone too soon.

Not a good week for baseball.


Seems fitting for Fidrych:

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,

rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!