Those that know me, know I’ve wanted to be a sportswriter/broadcaster since I heard the word statistic. Thankfully, with blogging, I’ve been able to kind of live out that dream.

I bring this up, because earlier this evening, Atlanta Hawks Play by Play man, Bob Rathbun had a seizure during the Hawks broadcast, live, on the air. Typing those words seems surreal, but it happened.

I’m not going to post the clip, I refuse, something this serious, shouldn’t earn me more clicks. This situation especially hit home for me, because, back in July, I myself experienced my own seizure. I was standing in my driveway, watching my wife and dog, and then I woke up in an ambulance.

Luckily, with the help of meds, I have been seizure free since then, and thankfully, all reports say Bob Rathbun is stable and hopefully on the way to a full recovery and broadcasting soon.

My point in writing this tonight, was, and yeah, in the heat of the moment, I loathe this phrase, ‘It’s a game!’, or ‘Its only a game!!’, usually spoken to me by my loving wife, after the Giants fumble, give up a score or blow a lead (YESTERDAY!!), and in those moments, I as a fan am insensed, veins are popped, I feel a slight twitch above my eye, and I usually end up turning off the game to cool down or lately have been advocating to be elsewhere for games, wings and Mt. Dew having nothing to do with it.

Point is, she’s right, it is just a game, and an event like tonight proves that and will time and again. Who wins tonight and where OBJ signs doesn’t mean much when life hits you in the face live in front of the world.

Continued prayers and a speedy recovery for Mr. Rathbun. Hug those close to you tonight.