Been away for a quite a while. So many of you posted or PM'd words of encouragement and offered prayers, I thought it time to give an update. Pardon the length.
In 2018, I convinced him to play "Sunday League" ball in a men's amateur league. It allowed him to rediscover how much he loved playing. And while his results were up, down and all over the place, his teammates (almost all of them over 25 with varying degrees of college and pro experience) told him on a weekly basis that he needed to get back to college baseball.
The other thing he did to fill his time that spring and summer was assist as a coach on his baby brother's spring and summer teams. He really enjoyed it, and got a lot of positive feedback from fellow coaches, including several that had played college baseball.
He wasn't ready to go back to school that fall. He was still a bit aimless about what he wanted to do, at least out loud. He had a part time job at a furniture store. But he had developed an AC joint impingement playing Sunday League that had not responded to treatment. So that October when he elected to have surgery to correct it, he basically got fired because he wouldn't be able to lift furniture for over a month.
But he had developed an idea of what he might want to do with his life. By late that fall he was willing to share it - he wanted to at least explore a career in coaching.
A good friend of mine is the HC and AD at a local private school. So I called him, and he agreed to bring 'Zilla on as a volunteer coach for the 2019 season. He loved it. And for the first time in several years, we started to see glimpses of what he was like before the anxiety and depression started to get a grip on him.
As it happens, the pitching coach for that high school was a retired 16-year MLB pitcher. (I knew he lived in town and that his kids were at that school. But they didn't publicize the fact he was coaching there until the year 'Zilla started coaching with him.) That of course was a great experience for a first year of coaching, especially for a pitcher. But there was another fortuitous twist to it. Said MLB vet's best friend happened to be the Pitching Coordinator for 'Zilla's old travel ball outfit from HS. They got wind that 'Zilla was coaching HS ball, so they called him up and asked him to assist with one of their 17U teams that summer. So suddenly he's coaching at the "mothership" of probably the largest travel ball organization in the country. (If I said the name, practically all of you would know of them. About half of you would probably think, "Oh. THOSE guys." But they've been very good to us.)
Now he's hooked. He wants to be a coach. But first he wants to get back on the field to finish that part the right way.
Easier said than done. There was a bit of a problem that we couldn't solve very quickly, if at all. That thread requires a little backtracking...
'Zilla was always tall - hence the nickname Kidzilla. He was 23-1/2" long at birth. While he never really had a growth spurt in puberty, he consistently grew 3 to 4-1/2 inches every year for about 10 years, and then slowed down to 1 -2 inches about midway through high school. Growing like that, his weight could never keep up, so he was always thin as a rail. No matter how hard he tried to gain weight, he couldn't do it. I jokingly referred to him as "the walking flagpole."
In the middle of his senior year, he abruptly stopped getting taller... at 6'-7". And just as abruptly, he started filling out. At the end of football season, he weighed just 195. By the end of basketball season, he was at 220. By the end of baseball season, 230. He was at 240 by the time he had TJ in August. By spring of 2017, he was 255.
And then, after leaving school, he wasn't on some kind of athletic team for an extended period of time for the first time since elementary school. So somewhere along the line he transitioned from "filling out" to "fluffy." He stopped weighing himself when he hit 290. I honestly have no idea what he actually weighed when we started trying to find a place for him to play. But if I had to guess, he was probably around 320.
He didn't look like a 3-sport athlete anymore... well I guess maybe offensive lineman/ shot put/pro wrestler. But he certainly did not look like a pitcher.
But fortune smiled again.
Our HS program had gotten a new JV HC. During the day, he was a parapro in my wife's classroom. He had played at a nearby D2 that had recruited 'Zilla his senior year, and he had even take a visit there and worked out for them before opting for JUCO. JV Coach calls his old coach, 'Zilla gets invited to visit again, I go with him, we talk about what had transpired in the 3 years since we had last visited, and they generously offer to bring him in as a walk-on and even helped clear some admission hurdles resulting from his JUCO meltdown, even though he clearly wasn't the same pitcher they had seen three years before. They were even kind enough to list his weight at only 285 on the website roster.
(Knowing 'Zilla's history, they promised me they would look out for him and alert us at the first sign of trouble. They made good on that. Can't tell you how thankful I am for those coaches.)
So 'Zilla heads back to school, and starts trying to work his way up from the bottom of their JV team. Had a promising outing in his first JV appearance and thought he might get consideration for some varsity PT by then end of the season.
And then COVID abruptly ended the season. Pffft.
Needless to say, we were concerned that the circumstances would derail the momentum.
And then he got a phone call from the Pitching Coordinator at the travel ball outfit, who also ran their college summer league teams. "If you're back playing college ball, you need to play this summer instead of coaching." [casual expletives deleted] It was a little more expensive than we wanted it to be, partly because of all of the COVID protocols that they had to follow just to have a league. Actually, it was a LOT more expensive than we planned for. And if that Pitching Coordinator wasn't my all-time favorite grouchy, foul-mouthed, left-handed, Australian, red-headed ex-MLB pitcher, I probably would have said no. But he's never steered us wrong, so we trusted him again and shelled out many thousands of dollars that we had not budgeted for.
And off he went to the Florida Gulf Coast League for the summer, and became the first person to play high school ball, college ball, and coach for that organization.
He shoved. 0.00 ERA. 0.90 WHIP. And averaged less than 13 pitches/inning. (He was never remotely close to that efficient in HS.) And he did so on a pitching staff with 5 ACC and SEC pitchers, including an SEC Sunday starter and the son of a MLB HoF'er. Those guys ate up a ton of the innings, but Kidzilla more than held his own when his number was called, which it was in a lot of high leverage situations. (His first appearance came in the first game. They were down 2-0 in the top of the 1st, bases loaded, no outs, and a 2-0 count against him. He got out of it in 8 pitches, only allowing one more run to score on a SAC fly. Then pitched a clean 2nd. The team rallied to win by 1.)
He went back to school in the fall. But we could tell something was different - not bad different. Just different.
When he came home for Christmas, we found out what was going on with him. He told us he had decided to hang up the spikes after the spring, after which he wanted to move back home and finish his degree at the local state college and get back to coaching. He knew before he went to the FGCL that thanks to TJ and the drastic changes in his body that he was probably never going to throw with the same velo he had in HS. Even after he lost a lot of the fluff, his body just didn't move the same way. He clearly didn't have the same "stuff" as his teammates in the FGCL, and the differences were so profound that he knew that he would never have the measurables to pitch on any professional level. But despite the differences in his stuff, his results in the FGCL cleared up all remaining doubts he had in his abilities that had plagued him off and on since middle school, and were a major part of his meltdown. ("If I did that against that level of competition with the stuff I have now, I must've been pretty good back then.") His playing career had almost been ended by getting cut twice from the HS program, then by some unfortunate behavior by a coach, by a catastrophic injury, by a mental health breakdown, and by the malicious actions of another person (the details of which are not appropriate for a public forum) - and he had made it through all of those. After all of that, the most important thing for him was to be able to end his 19-year playing career on his terms.
So he did exactly that.
He let his coaches know what his intentions were when he returned for spring semester, and they supported him. He never made it to the varsity squad, but he was good with that. And thanks to COVID and weather, he only got to play in one JV game last spring. (It being on the road, Blondie and I weren't able to attend because they didn't allow visiting fans - which kinda sucked for us.)
He went back to coaching 17Us last summer with the same outfit. He's got 3 more semesters to finish his degree. His grades are good. He's got a wonderful girlfriend who we adore. He's working part-time at Amazon, and all the walking there has got him back under 300 lbs.... we think. (He still hasn't been on a scale.) He's got his community coaching certification. And he's coaching in our (defending state champion) baseball program as JV pitching coach and Middle School head coach. His first game as an official, paid HS coach is tomorrow afternoon.
His future looks bright.
And best of all... he's the happiest and most content that he's been in over a decade.
Thank you to all that prayed for him/us and posted/PM'd words of encouragement back in those dark days. It really meant a lot to me. Hopefully, the rest of his story will provide some hope and encouragement for others that may find themselves in a similar situation.
Mental health breakdowns suck. I wouldn't wish them on any kid or any family. But day-by-day, step-by-step, with prayer and persistence and a little help from anywhere you can find it, they can be overcome.