Jimmy Rollins and Chase Utley were just kids when they were my teammates. I watched Jimmy grow to be an MVP, an All-Star, a husband, a father. I watched Chase silently destroy his opponents, head down, but head up at the same time. Now I watch them fight the war that time wages on athletes’ bodies, and I know they sense a question mark looming over what was once certain about their talent and their time left.
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