This is supposed to get easier each time, but it doesn't. Especially when it's finally time for "the man" to leave. Of the era just passed that that seems impossibly fun when you think back on it, Chase Utley wasn't the flashiest player, he didn't hit the most home runs, he didn't have the silliest hair, he wasn't the most goofily lovable, he didn't offer up silly quotes (though he did offer up one epic one), he wasn't the most nonchalant while dominating, he wasn't the MVP of seasons or series, and I didn't want to go to the zoo with him.
Instead, he was the person who led them all. And he was a World Fucking Champion.
Thank you for everything, Chase.