The night before that Hairpin essay on Derek Jeter went up, I had a stress dream — not that no one read it, but that people did read it and only two people commented. One told me the essay needed a trigger warning and the other told me to check my privilege. I have finally discovered the purest form of evidence that you have been on tumblr too long.
But anyway, the point is, the comments were actually lovely. A few people shared their own stories. On twitter, as well, I had women tell me about how baseball helped their relationship with their dad, or helped them feel less depressed during a particularly difficult time in their lives.
If you have the time, go back and read the stories in the comments. It was very touching, and it made me feel good. The experience made me even more interested in how we use this crazy curse and gift we call the internet to shout out into a crowd of people, to make contact and know we all silently share something.