2016 has sucked if your name is Prince. First, it’s The Artist who has left us prematurely, and now The Slugger. If Prince Harry somehow disappears I’m calling shenanigans.
I loved watching Prince Fielder play when he was with Milwaukee. I was able to see him crush monster home runs and be an all around teddy bear during his years with the Brewers, and to this day, folks around Cheeselandia are sad that Prince left town.
In the preceding years, Fielder made his way to Detroit and Texas, where he continued charming everyone he met and mashing taters. Somewhere along the way, his body broke down, resulting in major neck injuries.
Today, doctors have refused to clear him to resume baseball activities, basically bringing his once promising and exciting career to a sad end.
So, goodbye, old friend. You made baseball a lot of fun for a lot of people for a short period of time. You were a good teammate and you played with passion and joy. Also, you were the realest dude ever because you had fun with the fans, and you also had a hunger for winning. And also, nachos.
Happy trails to you, Prince. Best of luck to you!