Every year when I see the Jack Buck "X years since" topics and lines, there's always that little extra tug at my heart, because I know a few days later we'll be remembering (a little more than the rest of the year) DK.
Well, today is that day. On June 22nd, Darryl Kile left us to join the greats upstairs. It's a day I'll never forget, in a way I don't want to.
What a warrior he was, and what a year that team had in tribute to he and Jack. If only it had gone just a little bit further.
I'll just share my favorite memory of DK. It's somewhat non-specific as I don't recall the day, the year, the opponent, the score, the inning, or any of that.
What I do recall is that DK took the ball for the Cardinals this fifth day, as he always did. Whatever the inning or the situation, a line drive was hit by the batter, striking Kile in the head or face (I believe). Kile dropped to his knees immediately, but momentarily shook it off, found and crawled to the ball, threw the batter out from his knees. Then, only after he had done his job for the team, did collapse back down and allow the pain to effect him.
He was the ultimate teammate and the ultimate warrior.