Lost in the Headlines, Chris Harris And The Hard Goodbyes
Sports fans and the media get so caught up in the "x"s and "o"s of a trade or waiver that little attention is paid to the guy - and the teammates - these changes are happening to.
Yeah, it's just "bidness" but behind the headlines, there are men (and women) whose lives are being totally upended.
For example, a couple stories this week in the Chicago Tr
ibune chronicled the difficult loss of Bears safety Chris Harris, both for Harris and the team he left behind.
Harris was in the middle of practice on Thursday when he was pulled aside and informed by coach Lovie Smith that he'd been traded to the Panthers for a second-day draft pick.
And - poof - like that, Harris was driven off the field and gone.
Augusto Pinochet couldn't have done a better job.
Nathan Vasher rushed through a crowd of autograph seekers after practice to try to find Harris before he left.
"Wow, it's tough. We didn't even get a chance to say good-bye."Saftey Mike Brown didn't even know it was happening.
"We saw [Harris] go in on the cart, but we thought he was going in for some treatment or to go to the restroom [and] then the word sort of filtered down to us. It's a bummer, man. I'm kind of sad. He was a good dude."Charles Tillman knew the score but it didn't lessen the loss. According to reporter David Haugh, the veteran cornerback was very emotional about Harris' departure.
"I just work here. It came from left field. It's the people upstairs' decision and we have no say-so in that. I'm going to miss Chris Harris. He was a [darn] good football player, a good teammate, a fine young man."As for Harris, it was a real blow.
Normally one of the most accessible and affable Bears, Harris initially wasn't up for talking. He went to clear out his room in the players' dorm and pulled away about 2 p.m. without stopping, the windows of his black SUV rolled up.These stories reminded me of a few weeks ago, when trade talk about Sox pitcher Mark Buerhle was at a fever pitch. One article noted that, as much as Buehrle wanted to stay, he was trying to be practical and had packed up his locker and tucked away mementos, in anticipation of a hasty departure.
I was like a deer in headlights," Harris said later. "I was really, really surprised. It's kind of bittersweet, you know. I had a lot of close friends with Chicago, some close bonds and I really loved the city."
And I remember thinking, "This must be what it's like for a foster child." Granted, a foster child with killer skillz, a monster bank account and free will, but you know what I mean.
These guys may make millions but they also make friends. They're compadres. Guys you play ball with by day, poker by night. They become your family. You grow to love them. Wives and kids become close too. You make a home, have neighbors, get to know the produce guy, go to your kid's little league...
Then in a moment, some suit in an office moves you to the other side of the ledger and you're history. Good friends are now just names in your address book.
Even worse, you have to walk into the next clubhouse and be the new guy again.
Think about it. One day, Tadhito Iguchi is doing jello shots with A.J., then a single phone call from his agent and he's eating cheesesteaks, trying to find a dry cleaner off Rittenhouse Square and keep Brett Myers from coldcocking him.
It's just kinda weird. And, I guess, a little sad.





