09/04/2023
How did I get here?
Anyone who knows me & my family understand we are very hard-working people; Mom is a Medical Assistant, Dad is a carpet/floor installer. Pretty blue-collared family.
Had no phones, tablets, w/ limited television; “Go outside and play” is rightfully what I got. At the tender age of two, my Grandma noticed I had a weird knack for hitting a ball; lots of practice in the backyard & basement.
She saw something, so she told my parents & Mom recommended to Dad that he should sign me up for baseball.
AND SO IT BEGAN!
From five to the age of twenty-seven, BASEBALL WAS IT! I focused on becoming a professional baseball player, and nothing was going to deter me from that goal.
Little did I understand how much work needed to be done. I was overweight, socially awkward, couldn’t throw due to arm issues, had heavy feet, couldn’t hit for HR at the time, too afraid to make a mistake, couldn’t accept failure gracefully…
…but that same kid earned a full scholarship to a Division 1 school. What was the separator? What did they see that I couldn’t!? THE INTANGLIBLES!
I was the first to show up, the last to leave. I put in the most work…and most of the time, I did it alone; I wanted to win & get better every single day so I put my feelings of loneliness to the side. I had more drive, more love for the game, and more willingness to be coached without being disrespectful; I had more passion & heart than most. Baseball was it for me; failure wasn’t an option.
So I “gutted out” every practice & game I was ever involved in; I had to. My skill set didn’t allow for anything less. I took every tongue-lashing. Every insult. I took every version of a coach’s or manager’s “disciplinary actions,” both physically & mentally.
I earned the right to get drafted, to play pro ball, to live out my dream…but it was halted when my name didn’t show on the draft board. All that hard work out the window…
…well, temporarily anyways. Once I signed my first Independent Baseball contract, it was a bittersweet day. All that hard work for an INDY BALL CONTRACT? That’s what my hard work had to show for? Devastating.
So the chip on my shoulder was big; I had to prove the scouts made a mistake. I never got the chance to play affiliated, but I get to say I earned the right to play professionally for six different teams across three different leagues for five years.
I met people I never would have if I did get drafted. And I still earned my stripes among my peers; they saw the hard work and assured me the scouts made a HUGE MISTAKE.
I missed parties, weddings, funerals, special occasions…those were voluntarily put to the side. And I hated it. Not fun to miss out on leisure. But I slowly understood, as I grew older, that if I really wanted to pursue ball, if I wanted to ba successful, those things HAVE to be put to the side. TRUE family & friends will always be there, as I learned through the years.
To any kid out there who was like me growing up, in a blue-collared setting w/ limited resources and self-doubt…
…I was just like you. And I made it. Look what you can achieve! All it takes is action & heart. ❤️⚾️🥎