First things first....I'd love to comment on this quote by PG as I believe in the old saying growing up "that dog will hunt". His words and wisdom do hold water in that anything we all face whether win or lose, succeed or fail does help sharpen our iron and mold us into who we are today as men and women.
My point was... Those years spent playing professional baseball should end up being valuable years. Not just in terms of income, but the experience itself can create some good qualities that fit well in nearly every field. Not to mention, a professional baseball resume can open doors.
I'm a wee bit apprehensive about writing this because we all know how this game when it's great there is nothing more beautiful and when it's opposite of that in any aspect it is, well, cruel, heartache, and a wilderness experience. Not to all young men who have played this game most of their lives but, to many it does or can come close.
My son played his last collegiate game last year, 2013 and after his former coach who magically accepted another position doing the same gig at another school almost a week after the season was over and had practically pitched his arm off in one week's time trying to win a Regional tourney game to make it to the World Series (which they had already qualified by other winning methods) my son's season was brutally over. He pitched I think 1 summer game because his arm practically fell off his body. So he immediately begin working out like never before and getting back into the books to finish up his degree. He never let on much around me during the past year how bad he was missing being out on the field, on the mound, around his teammates, laughing and just having a great time. But, as his parents we knew he like most young men who finish playing was struggling at certain times and missing the game tremendously. The "what if's" began creeping into head. So, he went to a couple of tryout's here and there. MiLB and Independent alike. He just never seemed to be in the right place at the right time and wanted to be sure if given a shot he would be thankful.
I'm getting sleepy as I write this so I may pass out before I am done. lol
Last week he received a call from a coach in the Peco's Independent league which is located in most likely the hottest habitat area known to the human race in the US - New Mexico. He plane landed tonite in Albuquerque and tomorrow will drive a 3 hour drive in a rental car to join up with his team. The Roswell Invaders. He believes it is to begin out of the bullpen possibly as a closer. We'll see. Right now he is on cloud 9 and just thankful for the crack in the door. And he realize it is just that - a crack in the door. But like he told me the other day, he'll take it gladly. When someone said that it is for practically chicken feed money they weren't kidding! I think it's more like the chicken feed DUST that flies off the hand when the feed has been thrown! haha. But what does he have to spend money on? (rhetorical) They play everyday. Host family provides meals. Team buys on road trips. He didn't drive the 21 hour trip which means me and mom get a small reprieve this summer (had he not landed employment) with no gas or date money! lol.
I've been pleased to see on their website under all the transactions the high number of players that have either been traded to what we would call "upper level" Independent teams and/or MLB teams. While I suppose being traded from one Indy league team to another might be like kissing your sister it seems that when you can make this leap and move a step up and get the chance or potential to play in front of more Scouts then it's a good thing. That seems to be all you need sometimes in this game or business.
My church and Deacon's prayed over my son today during service and it was awesome to feel and know that your church family is standing in the gap and saying "we will be praying for you!" God is good. In the adversities and trials of life just as He is when things are going peachy good.
I read this quote below to my son yesterday as I was studying for my Sunday School lesson and I think it resonates from what true perspective we should view our endeavors and not worry about what anyone else thinks in our attempts. After reading this I know now that I can never erase or forget the words.
"It's not the critic who counts. Not the one who points out how the
strong man stumbles, or how the doer of deeds might have done it better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena whose face
is marred with sweat and dust and blood. Who strives valiantly. Who errs
and comes up short again and again and again. Who knows the great
enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause.
Who, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his
place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither
victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt
As Floridafan so eloquently puts it...."The dream continues......stay tuned!"
YGD