tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2794874502827021843.post7097236482366711174..comments2023-11-17T06:19:10.113-05:00Comments on The Smittblog: Mike Lowell - Renaissance ManLuol Dang!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373348146284850305noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2794874502827021843.post-2561187099733612792007-10-28T15:17:00.000-05:002007-10-28T15:17:00.000-05:00The young lady was my niece, the family did not go...The young lady was my niece, the family did not go to that game, they weren't even the Butcher's seats. Courtney was supposed to go with some friends fron UNH and I don't even know if any of them went. Certainly no one from our family did obviously. The part about Mike Lowell stepping up and sending a jersey and his well wishes are true. Later in the year he brought the whole family and the family of one of the other victims down onto the field before a game to greet them all and bring them into the dugout etc. etc.. Total class act all they way. <BR/><BR/>You can see some of that in Rob Bradford's story in the Boston Herald.<BR/><BR/>I felt the need to write this because the last thing I wanted people to think is that Jim Butcher went to a baseball game two days after his oldest child was killed in an accident. He could barely stand never mind care about a baseball game. His kids are his life. He's a wonderful father and a wonderful person.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00475045878258700089noreply@blogger.com