What if the world’s largest sports tournament didn’t exist?
The biggest sporting events in the world are being held on a vast, unconnected, networked network of computers.
They’re held in venues that cost millions of dollars to build, operate and maintain.
They are held in countries where the average person would need to travel hundreds of miles to visit.
They also are held at a time when our nation’s infrastructure is crumbling and infrastructure is in decline.
They have been around for decades, yet they are not regulated.
They don’t have uniform seating policies.
They do not have a TV audience.
They cannot compete in televised competitions.
They aren’t even required to have a venue in the first place.
They can be hosted anywhere.
They exist, but they are invisible to most Americans.
I was the only person on the board at the 2018 edition of the World Series to have been killed in an on-field event.
At that tournament, I was one of three people who had died on the first day of play.
I wasn’t a celebrity, I wasn- ings not an athlete.
I had just started my first job at age 20 and was trying to make ends meet.
I didn’t have a ticket for the first four days, but I knew I’d be back.
I kept in touch with friends in the industry, but it was the last day of the tournament, so I decided to go back to the hotel to restock my bag.
That’s when I was hit with a large object that ripped through my stomach and exited through my right eye.
I immediately went to the hospital and was treated for my injuries.
A doctor told me that my blood vessels had ruptured and that I would need surgery to remove them.
The surgery was successful, but after the procedure I was still bleeding and unable to walk.
My surgeon, Dr. Chris Nadeau, told me he had to amputate my right leg.
I couldn’t believe what he had just told me.
The surgeon had cut me in two.
It was a very painful amputation.
I walked for four weeks before I could even walk, let alone run.
It didn’t feel like I had a leg anymore.
I wanted to quit my job, but instead I worked hard at my job at a bank and had a job as a bartender.
I spent the next three years recovering and making money.
My son, who has epilepsy, had to have surgery after he was shot in the leg.
He has had to wear an oxygen mask every day since.
But it wasn’t enough.
The only thing that kept me going was my son, my wife, my two daughters, my family, and my faith in God.
As I was laying in my hospital bed, I thought about what my son had lost.
It wasn’t something he could have ever recovered from.
It had taken him over a year to recover from the amputation, and the doctors had warned that it could take a year more to fully heal.
My wife and I had been through a lot together, and I could never be without him.
But at that point in time, I couldn´t imagine him without me.
So I cried.
I thought, what can I do to help my son?
I went to church and prayed for the Lord to show me the path forward.
I even went to my doctor and asked him to pray for me.
But when I finally did go to pray, he told me I couldn`t ask for much.
He told me, I can`t pray for you.
I don’t know what you were expecting.
I think the doctor probably knew he was doing it, because I told him my prayers weren’t going to work.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept telling me, you know, I have the most powerful and best medical team in the country.
I just pray for your healing and your recovery.
And it worked.
When I went home and got to sleep, I got a call from my wife.
She was crying.
And she said, you should probably come to the ER.
We went to see Dr. Nadeaux, who had just treated my son.
And he was just standing there.
He looked at me and he said, I don`t know what’s wrong with you, but you shouldn`t go.
I felt so ashamed and embarrassed.
I knew what was going to happen to me.
I sat there for a long time in the ER, trying to process what had just happened.
I remember telling my wife and crying.
I told my daughter, you have to go to church.
She asked me if I was okay and I said, no, I`m not okay.
And then I went into the bathroom to wash my face and get my glasses.
I went in the bathroom and I was just sitting there crying. Then