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This is to encourage people and people are invited to share their stories....

I see threads of desperation here all the time at the rec level, travel level, high school level, college level, and pro level that a player has reached (or reaching) the end of their "baseball" journey.  Happens to every player who ever played.  Obviously, when it happens is different.  For those who love the game and are faced with this painful reality, there are options that allow just as much fulfillment as a player but in a different form.

We've had members here who became high profile athletic trainers so they could still be involved in the game.  Many have gone on to become coaches.  Many have gone on to become scouts.  Many have become baseball administrators.  Many have become umpires.  There are literally hundreds of baseball related activities that can be just as rewarding as being a player.  Many have used the competitive skills they learned in baseball to become successful in other careers.

As far as I knew personally, nobody loved the game more than my son.  He played at a large high school, excellent D1 program, and had a 10 year pro career where the only success he did not experience was playing in the big leagues.  When he retired, it wasn't because someone made the decision for him but his life circumstances changed and so he had to leave the game.  There were tears involved.  I told him at the time there was light at the end of the tunnel.  I told him that when you see your son someday hit a homerun, it is the same thrill as you hitting a homerun.  Watching someone you coached succeed and so forth.  He is now a varsity assistant coach and there is an adjustment process for him.  I keep telling him at the high school level, you have to work with the hand you are dealt.  Lamenting how talented guys "ought" to be is beside the point.  The point is dealing with what you have walking the halls of your high school, and figuring out a way to make the collective successful. 

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Great topic for a thread CD.  I hope you are doing well.   I look at this story you've shared through a couple lenses in any professionals career.  It doesn't have to be baseball.

First, understanding when it is your time to move on or when you are no longer welcome.  Honestly, I think everybody goes through this one way or another in their professional life.   I went through it twice with the same multinational company over 21 years and proved them very wrong.   Whoever said "it's not personal its business" was wrong.  It is very personal. 

Second, your son is learning how to motivate and teach a team he didn't necessarily chose.   This is no different than most professional managers today in any walk of life.   They didn't chose their roster or staff, and they have to work with the cards they have been dealt.   It is vastly different and more difficult to teach someone the skills that got someone like your son to the professional level.   It is a great life challenge, and there is no doubt he'll embrace it with the same persistence, patience and professionalism he did as a player.

Best of luck to him!

Will

Bumping your own threads is considered a no no but I am going to do it anyway.  My son still plays in a 25 and over men’s hardball league.  One year he played in both the hardball league and a softball league. It is quite competitive.  I’d guess the pitching speeds are high 70’s low 80’s.  Many of the players are former college players.  Several of them are also now coaches.

Sometimes it’s your body that tells you you’re done. After not playing for years at age forty-three I was talked into playing in a adult, open age league. Most of the guys on my team were ex college and/or minor leaguers in their twenties. They needed one more player. I was talked into playing by the older sister of a player.

They we’re shocked how well what they perceived to be an “old man” could play. I played left. We had a former minor leaguer in center. In one game I made an over the shoulder diving straight backwards catch. The problem was in another game I tried to show off a still had a gun and injured my rotor cuff.

I couldn’t throw. I had to be moved to first. Later that season I pulled a hammy legging out a grounder in the shortstop hole. I finished the season wrapped like a mummy.

Statistically it was a good year. I was among the top ten in average and homers (RF fence was shorter). We won the league. But, the game was telling me I was through. This seems like a weird thing to state given baseball players are perceived to not be in the best shape overall. I was fit and capable of biking forty miles. But, I wasn’t in shape to play baseball. I wrecked my arm (never recovered to this day)  and my leg.

What was cool was my kids (five and ten) were old enough to watch me play and see I could play (street cred for coaching). When my son was older he told people he saw me play at forty and I must have been really good at twenty.

Other than an occasional turn hitting in the cages with my kids I stuck to coaching in the future.

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