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I know this question will have myriad of answers as that answer really lies within the heart of each player when he is finally faced with the final NO. Many cleats are hung up when a player hears that word. The dream has finally come to an end and now the next chapter in his life begins.

 

However, we all know of stories where a player was cut and for the most part was out of the game only to find himself on a roster somewhere a few months or, years later. It could be a high school player cut on the JV team only to work  hard and come back the next year and make the team. Or a high school Senior who was not recruited only to go walk-on somewhere and 2 years later cracks the starting lineup. So forth and so on....

 

Here is a story about Brandon Moss of the Oakland A's who is ecstatic that he didn't give up. And can now say he is a MLB All-Star.

 

http://www.usatoday.com/story/...ew-stardom/12653775/

 

We all have son's who dream to play at the next level. Some get that chance by being drafted or signing a NDFA contract to play MiLB ball after college. Some son's are chasing this dream through the Indy Leagues. But inside each young man is a fire that flickers and I think for many of them it takes more than a fire hose to extinguish that fire and the will to stop pursuing that dream.

 

 

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This is such a great question with, no doubt, many answers.  For me, the more and more I was in the game the less and less it was about chasing a dream.  It becomes a way of life.  Now that I have been out of the game for 7 years or so, I get to reflect on the time I had playing and enjoy the memories.  It is not the actual playing that I miss but the teammates and camaraderie.  I think that's how 90 percent of ball players feel. There is no doubt that once you pick this game up, it is hard to put down. 

The game is eternal.  It never really ends once it has become a part of you.

 

As you age, your interaction with the game may change. You may go from player to fan, maybe fan to player. You may go from player to coach, or even player to umpire.

 

Still though, the game itself is still there.

 

I walked away from the game as a teen. I spent the next decade doing everything in the world except baseball. I don't think I watched a game on television, and certainly didn't pick up a glove myself.

 

Then I had a son.  When he was six, we signed him up to play t-ball. The first time I took him out to the park to teach him to throw and catch, it was like an alcoholic taking a drink after being sober for years. Wagon? What wagon?

 

I had left the game - but it hadn't left me. It was patient, waiting for the opportunity to become a part of my life again.

 

So I don't think baseball ever really ends.  It may be hidden like an old glove in the corner of the closet. It's there though. Sometimes you just have to clear away the clutter to find it. 

Rob, that was an awesome reply. Thank you. I do believe that analogy and some of the other's is dead on.

 

I know over the years here on the HSBBW I have learned a tremendous amount of knowledge regarding a little bit about everything.

 

Someone on here long ago once said there will come a day when the game says "No" to you. And I think most times that is crystal clear to each individual player whether it be an injury, starting a family, etc.

 

I think in MiLB you have a certain time frame in which to get where you need to be or they will decide for you where you stand. But I look at some of the Independent League rosters and I see some 33 - 35yr olds on there and wonder are they STILL wanting to live the dream? Or have they just cashed in all their chips and there is nothing else to do back home so why not?

Originally Posted by YoungGunDad:

"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."

Marlon Byrd has that quote tattooed on his arm. He's done his share of looking NO in the face and laughing.

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