In 1984 my mother died of cancer. I took 3-4 trips from Dallas to Minneapolis in the last month and knew she would pass. But when the day came, I was still "crippled" emotionally. Drove the family and had a tough week. Still hear "Abide with Me" and I tear up. So I am befuddled about Roger "Rocket" Clemens, whose mom died Wednesday, and he went out and pitched the ballgame in his regular start. Evidently people handle grief differently, but that just seems bizzare to me. Real life is a whole lot more than a baseball game imho.