Does this give me license to go off topic and dive into a Posnanskian-length Michael Jackson essay when I get some time later today?
The year was 1976.
Farrah Fawcett had the poster that was on walls everywhere.
Michael Jackson was fronting “The Jacksons” — as the band started off on its own a year after leaving Motown.
Johnny Bench and Cincinnati’s Big Red Machine repeated as World Series champs, and this time it wasn’t even close — a powerhouse sweep of the Yankees, following a three-game sweep of the Phillies for the National League pennant.
Farrah is gone now. She passed away Thursday from cancer.
Michael is gone now. He passed away at almost the same time due to cardiac arrest.
Sparky Anderson’s team was one of the mightiest in Major League Baseball history, arguably in the top five, loaded with legends and a Hall of Fame manager.
She was a symbol of beauty and then courage for so many. He was the King of Pop, fallen from this decade but nonetheless an icon for countless millions who always held hope he would find a graceful comeback, somehow, that would make us watch him again. You remembered or you were looking it up on Thursday, as hearts ached.
Nationals center fielder Willie Harris’ heart ached. He was the reason that Michael Jackson’s music filled Nationals Park throughout his team’s 9-3 victory over Boston Thursday night. It was a somber and sad celebration, just as there will be Michael music during the Dodgers’ Friday Night Fireworks event.