The baseball card says Kris Bryant is 34 years old. The body says something else.
Bryant opened up this week about the daily reality of his lumbar degenerative disc disease — the injury that has consumed the last four years of what should have been the prime of his career — and the words he used were not the carefully managed language of a player handling a public narrative. They were the words of a man in genuine pain.
"It feels like being electrocuted in my whole body."
Stop. Sit with that. A professional athlete, a man who has conditioned his body to perform at the highest level of his sport for his entire adult life, describing his daily existence as feeling like electrocution. Not a twinge. Not soreness. Electrocution.
Since signing a seven-year, $182 million contract with the Colorado Rockies before the 2022 season, Bryant has played in 170 games across four seasons. In a healthy world, a four-year span covers roughly 648 games. He has been available for barely a quarter of them. The spine, which governs everything a baseball player does — the rotation, the power, the ability to simply stand in the batter's box without pain — has not cooperated.
The cruelty of it is this: Kris Bryant was made for the big moment. He was the man holding the ball when the 2016 Chicago Cubs won the World Series — the third out of the tenth inning, the final play of a drought-ending championship 108 years in the making. He caught the throw at third base and pumped his fist and the city of Chicago lost its collective mind. That image is permanent. It lives in baseball history.
But sports careers have two chapters: the peak and the ending. And Bryant's ending has been written not by age but by a disc in his spine that will not let him play. He did not get a farewell tour. He did not get the curtain call. He is getting the quiet agony of a body that has decided, at 34, that it is finished.
His career batting average is .274 with 167 home runs and an MVP award in 2016. He was one of the most beloved players in the game — not just because of the talent, but because of who he was. The smile. The grace. The clutch gene.
I do not know if Kris Bryant ever plays another Major League game. Statistically and medically, the picture is not optimistic. What I know is that he deserved better than this, and that the description he gave this week — electrocuted in my whole body, every day — is a reminder that the men we celebrate as superhuman are, in the end, exactly human.
Take care of yourself, Kris. The game will miss you.
