It is almost superfluous to write another article on this, given the wall-to-wall media coverage of the event, but Chris Getz announced his retirement from baseball today.
Though words are lacking in ability to convey the dread of this fateful day, I will let Walt Whitman try:
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.