The television screen flickered as the news came back from a commercial. News anchor Stone Phillips was the picture of poise and professionalism that won him rave reviews from critics. At this moment, his face betrayed a softer side to him that most of the viewing audiences were not privileged to see. “We end tonight with this news that just came in. Tyler Wilcox, the Red Sox pitcher that was quickly becoming a fan favorite in the world of baseball has died. He was twenty-six. He was struck in the head yesterday during ball practice and was rushed to the hospital where after several hours of surgery, the doctors declared him brain-dead. There is no official word from the Red Sox team, but his family is reported to be planning a private memorial service. The entire baseball community is saddened by this tragic loss.” The sun hung high in the bright early August sky. Twelve year old Kyle McDaniel was riding his bike toward his favorite park near his house. A bright, lanky b...