Every person starts his or her life in the same place. And from this place we grow to have a passion and/or dream in life. The dream that in a sense tormented me during my childhood was the same as every other little boy I knew, professional athlete.
I heard an interview on time where a person involved with Major League Baseball stated, "People who love baseball are one of three things, a player, a coach, or a fan." I went through all three stages in my life. First, as a player playing all the way up through a RS-Freshmen year at Skagit Valley College in Mount Vernon, Washington (Who today might I add had there highest ever draftee in their history, I am glad the program has changed since I left.)
My second stop along this time line was as a fan. This one I feel still exists and would truly never go away no matter how many people state that baseball is so "boring." To those people, I do not dislike hockey, soccer, and other non-mainstream sports just because I do not understand them. We all know the famous Yogi Berra quote, "Baseball is 90% mental -- the other half is physical." These people in my mind are missing the other 90%. There is so much more to every sport than what you actually witness on the boob tube on a nightly basis.
Finally, coaching...ah yes every man's dream turning your son or daughter into the next Jamie Moyer or Jenny Finch. I have had the ultimate pleasure of coaching some of the most exciting kids in my old home town over the last two years. Some of which should be invited to my wedding in the coming years. A very rewarding experience to say the least. I would not change any of it for a minute. But that too does not fill the void of of the blood pumping emotion while holding a ball in your hand with runners on first and third and no one out during your college debut. But I digress...there is much more to a life of baseball and sports in general.
I finish up my first entry, by saying why I am embarking on this roller coaster of a ride...that is the blogosphere. We all hear about the mainstream stuff....we all hear about steroids, crime and war on a daily basis. I am hoping to get across my views in a entertaining matter to indulge the reader in what sport means to me and hopefully shed a little light on the underbelly of sports that our media hides. So enjoy the one time this blog will mention steroids. Unless I some how start using them my self, and try and resurrect my playing career, anyone know Roger Clemens' phone number.
Thanks and happy reading everyone!
DISCLIAMER: This was done as a total rough draft and will from here on out be edited. Not to sound like my son I have not had yet has written it.
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