In Memory of Joe Kennedy
by Ken Arneson
2007-11-23 13:21

You never know the meaning of a moment. On June 17, 2007, with two outs and Aaron Miles on first base in the top of the fifth inning of a baseball game between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Oakland Athletics, Cardinals catcher Gary Bennett grounded out to the A’s second baseman Mark Ellis to end a scoreless inning.

Bennett Swings Bennett Grounds Out

At the time, I gave no value to this moment, and let it slip from my memory nearly immediately: an unextraordinary event in the middle of an unextraordinary day in the middle of an unextraordinary year. As it turns out, however, this was the last pitch I ever saw Joe Kennedy throw. Ten days after this ground out, my daughter was born, and by the time I returned to attending A’s games again a month later, Joe Kennedy had been pulled from the A’s starting rotation, and then claimed on waivers by the Arizona Diamondbacks. And now, five months after that 4-3 groundout, Joe Kennedy is dead.

The news is shocking. I don’t know how to deal with it really, just as I didn’t really know how to deal with Cory Lidle’s death last year. But my thoughts keep turning back to a blog entry I read this morning by the actor Stephen Fry on the topic of fame:

Fame. It’s an embarrassing thing to talk about, for all that it is a national/global obsession. It is one of the few apparently desirable human qualities that … no, what am I talking about … it is not a quality. It is not like courage, mercy, kindness, strength, beauty or patience; or laziness, dishonesty, greed or cruelty for that matter. What is different about fame, I was going to say, is that it is so contingent. If you are tolerant or strong or wise, you are tolerant and strong and wise wherever you are on the planet that day. You don’t become bigoted, feeble and dim-witted the moment you cross a continent. Famous people however, can become entirely unknown the second they leave their homeland.

Fame exists as memories in the minds of others, not as a quality inherent in those endowed with fame. All I really know about Joe Kennedy is his modest amounts of fame, and the events he is modestly famous for: he played baseball for my favorite team during the last three seasons.

I have, in my mind, strong feelings and opinions about his famous feats. I never quite understood, for example, why the A’s yanked Kennedy from the rotation in July. Here are the earned run totals Kennedy allowed in his sixteen 2007 starts: 1,1,1,1,1,3,1,3,7,1,2,4,3,5,2,4. The last start was only 2/3 of an inning, but besides that game and the 7-run game against Baltimore in the middle, none of those starts were disastrous, and most of them were pretty good. The fact that he was 2-7 in those sixteen starts wasn’t really his fault. Obviously, the last half of those stats don’t look as good as the first half, but when you allow 2 or fewer runs in eight of sixteen MLB starts, you probably deserve to have (a) a winning record instead of a losing one, and (b) a job.

But none of those things are really qualities of Joe Kennedy. Joe Kennedy, I presume, had Thanksgiving dinner with his wife and child and other friends and family last night, in some place where he was not a famous baseball player, but had crossed that continent to become a human being who was kind or patient or dim-witted or funny or lazy or whatever true qualities made Joe Kennedy be Joe Kennedy. I, as a distant observer, know nothing of those qualities. I have not personally lost them.

And yet, like those who did know him, I feel compelled to mourn. What am I mourning, exactly? Perhaps an idea: we may live in the present and point towards the future, but we all, like Joe Kennedy, could find ourselves at any moment in a moment where all our moments and the qualities we fill them with are behind us. As long as we are alive, our qualities exist within us. When we go, our qualities last only as long as our fame: as memories in the minds of the people we touch. I mourn to keep Joe Kennedy alive, just a little bit longer, in hopes that others, someday, may do the same for me.

Comments: 8
1.   walbers
2007-11-23 13:51

1.  Beautiful....
i still mourn my lovely daughter...gone these past 13 years at age 3 and a half (anniversary in 9 days) for the very same reasons.

2.   BigShmirdawg
2007-11-23 14:22

2.  Very devastating news for MLB and especially the Kennedy family. My heart goes out to his wife and young son.

R.I.P. Joe Kennedy #37

3.   Athletics for Life
2007-11-23 18:31

3.  Great post, Ken.

RIP Joe. :(

4.   scareduck
2007-11-23 19:49

4.  Very sweet, Ken.

5.   Bluebleeder87
2007-11-24 08:45

5.  You blow my mind some times Ken Arneson, wow.

R.I.P. Joe Kennedy.

6.   Suffering Bruin
2007-11-24 14:32

6.  Wonderful stuff. Thank you.

7.   68elcamino427
2007-11-24 20:18

7.  Thanks, Ken. I miss my dad, but somehow he is still here, in some unique things that I see my kids do and in other ways. I just wish that I could talk to him.

8.   Chyll Will
2007-11-26 16:13

8.  Beautiful, Ken. This time of year always seems to bring forth memories of ourselves and those who have passed or come into our lives, especially at a moment when you want them to be there and they're not. But it is important to remember, or else you lose a part of yourself that you may need long before you know it.

Peace be with you, Joe Kennedy and your family.

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