Friday, April 17, 2009
Hour-By-Hour: The Events Leading Up To The Adenhart Crash
Getting ready at her off-campus apartment before driving to the Angels game, 20-year-old Courtney Stewart is excited. The night before had been a good one. She had gone to a country music concert, and then had Nick Adenhart over to watch TV and hang out.
When she met the Angels right-hander last summer through mutual friends, she was intrigued, but grounded. Courtney was going to be a sophomore at Cal State Fullerton, and being a busy young woman, she had plenty occupying her time.
She and Nick kept in touch, and when the rookie pitcher made the Angels' roster out of spring training, they reconnected when the team returned to Anaheim. Her roommates and her mother knew she was excited about the possibility of a long-term relationship, but it was just the beginning; Courtney and Nick were still getting to know each other.
"She just lit up when she talked about him," says her mother, Carrie Stewart-Dixon. "She liked the fact that he was very down-to-earth."
A beautiful blonde who always wore perfect makeup, Courtney Stewart enjoyed breaking stereotypes. She was a straight-A student who would sit in the front of the class and who, the night before her death, studied index cards while waiting in line for the Billy Currington concert. She was a sorority girl and a cheerleader, but she also loved golf and baseball, especially the Angels. She knew the stats of most of the players (including those of her favorite player, Reggie Willits) and she went to games whenever she had the opportunity. Her stepfather, Richard Dixon, had season tickets and the two would bond by watching the games together.
Andrew Thomas Gallo took the keys to his father's red minivan and told his stepmother, Lilia, that he and his stepbrother, Raymond Rivera, would be back later. Raymond was Lilia's son, born to an alcoholic father who wasn't much of a presence in Raymond's life. He inherited the disease, a bond the family said he shared with Andrew.
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