Cincinnati Reds Player Ryan Freel Dead At 36 Of Alleged Suicide

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So sad. Major league baseball player Ryan Freel was found dead on Dec. 22 from what police are claiming to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Ryan Freel was found dead in his Jacksonville, Florda home on Saturday Dec. 22. The former Cincinnati Reds baseball player left a wife, Christie, and three young daughter behind.

Police told the Florida Times-Union that Ryan, 36, appeared to have died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

“RIP Ryan Freel!! Great teammate, great guy, n loved his family! Such a sad day today with his passing! Awful news! Prayers are with his family,” Sean Casey, Ryan’s former teammate with the Cincinnati Reds, tweeted on Dec. 22.

Ryan played for the Reds from 2003 to 2008, and during one three-year stretch had 110 stolen bases. Ryan was paid $11.5 million in his career, but ended after a succession of injuries he accumulated after 2006.

After retiring, Ryan returned to his hometown of Jacksonville and coached youth players for an organization called Big League Development.

The Reds released a statement that said, “His teammates and our fans loved him for how hard he played the game, and he loved giving back to the community. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends.”

Brandon Phillips, another of Ryan’s teammates with the Reds, tweeted, “Really hurt by his passing. You never will be forgotten.”

Our thoughts go out to Ryan’s family and friends at this difficult time.

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So selfish,

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Just proves that no matter how much money or fame one has, we will never know what truly goes on in people’s minds. Ryan had so much to live for and for some reason, he decided to end it all.

Read the following poem…It says it all.

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
‘Good-morning,’ and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

Edwin Arlington Robinson