The Death of Steve Howe
Published May 02, 2006
The officer told me that the body was an 18 year-old kid who had been playing a perverse form of chicken with a buddy by mooning passing cars from the ocean side of the road. The competition had led each incrementally into the road itself.
A Porsche had come around the blind bend at 85 mph and turned the kid into puree. The driver and the mooners had been drinking - just like I had. In that moment of horror, a calm certainty came over me that I had to stop drinking. I felt very lucky, very ill, and very guilty at the same time sitting there in police custody.
I don't take any particular credit for this decision - it didn't even feel like my decision to make. It felt like unavoidable received wisdom. Not that there aren't people who make the other choice, or who refuse to choose, which is the same thing. I stopped completely for about eight years, and have found over the last several years that I can drink lightly, not want more, and be okay; but I needed all of that time off for my body, brain and soul to recalibrate themselves into something resembling "normal."
"For unknown reasons," A California Highway Patrol statement said, Howe's pickup truck — traveling westbound at about 70 mph at 5:30 a.m., April 28 on Interstate 10 near Cactus City — left the roadway, entered the median and rolled numerous times before coming to rest on its roof. Howe was not wearing his seat belt and was partly ejected from the truck. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Results from toxicology tests have not yet been released.
Dodger broadcaster Rick Monday, a former teammate of Howe's, told the LA Times, "He seemed to constantly struggle to figure out how to get his life in order. But no matter how bad things were, Steve always found a ray of sunshine."
- The Death of Steve Howe
- Published: May 02, 2006
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Sports
- Filed Under: Culture: Crime and Court, Culture: Society, Sports: Baseball
- Writer: Eric Olsen
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When I saw the headline, I thought you meant the geezer from Yes.
thanks Matt, so far anyway!
Chris, you are so not American.
thanks Phillip!
Chris, Recognition is half the battle.
he's way over 48 and probably can't hit 50 on the radar gun
you mean, it wasn't an over-the-hill, zonked out has-been who died? damn it, i really want Yes to go the way of the dinosaur. oh yeah... that happened 30 years ago...
no offense to the pitcher. fuck Yes. sheesh. cape wearing freaks.
zz, so you're not outraged Yes isn't in the Rock Hall?
um... who cares about a hall of fame? i don't really think about the place.
so you're a nihilist?
no... why do you ask? i don't care for Yes or the idea of a "rock n roll hall of fame..." but does that make me a nihilist?
I have heard many nihilists often denigrate both the Rock Hall and Steve Howe, the guitarist
i am not your typical steve howe-rock hall hatin hater. but, really, i don't care if you want to label me a nihilist. whatever.
EO, this reminds me of our conversation and your piece about your friends in TN: humanizing the tragedies in the newspaper. Well done, Sir.
thanks Josh, or at least making it about me!
ZZ, just messing with you - joke!
Chris, you're talking to yourself.
Suss, classic line
e.o.--you must have missed the joke in mine... maybe it wasn't a very good joke... nope... it wasn't... oh well... i don't care anymore...
ZZ, sorry, get it now, my bad! The Internet doesn't convey nuance very well.
I am so thankful that you were the observer that night, not the observed.
Great writing, as usual!
thanks Dawn, I am too but still feel bad about the whole thing
Steve Howe was insane, he battled an addiction that was stronger than reason.
No sane man would give up every boy's dream to snort cocain, unless they were insane.
I shared this same insanity, but was given a miracle and have been sober and clean for almost 20 years.
I was always a fan of Steve Howe, and continue to be. My prayers are with his family.
thanks Bob, it's terribly sad for Steve - I'm glad you were able to come out on the other end - best wishes!
When someone has a drinking problem there is no such thing as tapering back or cutting down on the drinking. Alcoholism is a desease! There are only 3 ways around this...Soboriety, insanity or death. Steve Howe paid the ultimate price for his drinking with his life. He may have been drinking. I wonder if he ever thought about going to AA or did his wife ever consider Al-Anon or the kids going to Alateen? It's a family desease. It is a shame that he's gone. He was a great pitcher.
Thank you for taking the time to mention the death of Steve Howe. I was a classmate of his through junior high and high school and knew him to be an great guy. Through the past 30 years his cocky and good natured attitude never wavered in spite of the bad press. Those of us who had known him at any point always knew that he had it in him to pull out of his problems and we never doubted that he would do so. It never occurred to any of us that he wouldn't have time to go on. I believe that it hit all of us below the belt when we got the news of his death. It is an amazing thing to me now to find that even people who hadn't known him were affected the same way. I thank you for writing about it.
The most important thing that needs to be said about Steve is that he never stopped. He never lost sight of where he wanted to be and never stopped working toward it. The addiction that kept getting in his way surely kept knocking his life around, but he never stopped working and he never gave up. His pitching was a talent and he utilized it astoundingly because he knew that he was born to PLAY BASEBALL. His record stands on its own. But on a personal note, please know that he was a warm and outgoing, good natured, cocky guy who took time out to often talk to people... even one of the class nerds...








Eric,
I missed the news about Steve's death.
Quite a story you have presented here.
Glad that it has a happy ending on your end.