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We have so many threads where there is some type of obstacle to overcome in order to get out on the playing field - either high school and/or college. Perhaps people can share a story or two about how their sons overcame adversity. I'll tell a couple to get things started and have told them here before so apologies in advance for the repeats...

high school - making the freshman team in high school... Doesn't sound like a big deal eh? At a high school where over four thousand students matriculate and well over 100 kids tried out, it was a big deal. My son tried out for both outfield and infield yet he had up to that time been a life-long infielder. When the season was set to begin, he was slated as the back-up centerfielder. Opening day was a rainout yet in the afternoon, things got nice so the team called a hastily-planned intra-squad scrimmage. My son smoked a double that day that he said was the hardest ball hit.

The next day, he was the starting centerfielder and he held the position all year without ever sitting. He had some luck go his way with the rainout and scrimmage but he capitilized on it. People asked me if I was upset he was playing outfield - I said, "Heck no, I am thankful he is playing!" The following year he was 3rd baseman for JV's and got called up to varsity at the end of the year. The following two years he was the starting varsity shortstop.

college - After an exciting fall season my son's freshman year, he found out he was redshirted the day they handed out uniforms and the day before the 2006 season began. He was devastated when he called and was in tears. I did not mix words with him nor did I baby him. I said he needed to get better. Said rather than hanging your head, show those coaches with every ounce of your soul that you are determined to be a player for them. Be the hardest worker and the best team player. I'll admit that stuff sounds good in theory but it is still a shock to the system nonetheless.

Several weeks later, my son caught a huge break that was not quite apparent at the time. Another teammate decided that he did not want to sit the bench and he asked to be redshirted. Mine was next on the list. When he called that day, the joy was unbelievable. They gave him #16 - the number of the teammate who redshirted.

For the next few weeks, he started getting used as a defensive replacement late in games. Back then, the only thing to follow was live stats. Imagine watching stats and hoping and praying you saw text pop-up that displayed your son's name. If his turn ever came up in the order, they pinch hit for him. We were thankful for the defensive opportunites but also apprehensive whether he would ever get an at-bat.

March 17th 2006 - St Patties Day. A day that will always be special in our household. I worked late that day and was cajoled to go out and have a few drinks with colleagues even though I would have rather watched live stats. When I finally got home, I first checked the hsbaseballweb. Another member started a thread announcing something had happened with my son. Apparently, his turn came up in the order and they did not pinch hit for him this time. There were two outs in the bottom of the 9th with a runner on third of a tie game. He drilled a line drive single to win the game with a walk-off base hit. No doubt in my mind his college career changed on that day.

There is no doubt in my mind that my son has had luck go his way. To his credit, he was prepared to take advantage when the tide changed.
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Wow, what a fun post that was, ClevelandDad!

I think we make our own luck. Your son kept his head up and was ready when his time came to shine!

I will share a story that I have shared before, but it's a good story. At least I think so. Success, and then the smackdown.

My son goes to a small K-12 school. At this school, you can play as soon as you make the team. He played JV OF off the bench in the 7th grade. In the 8th grade, he was set to play MIF for JV, but his growth plate started bothering him yet again, so he wasn't going to play defense. The varsity coach liked his swing. So did a couple of the seniors. The seniors went to the coach and said that they thought 2B could help them. So he became the starting DH for varsity as a 13-year-old 140 pound 8th grader. For the first 13 games, he hit .311 and was among the top four hitters. This was posted on the team website, and when he saw it, he started pressing.

Instant slump. The first real slump of his life. For the next 12 games, he had more strikeouts than he had in his entire life. It was so hard watching him struggle, then beat himself up on the way home. It was a really hard year.

But the coach believed in him, and kept him in the lineup. The last game of the season he bounced back and went 2 for 3. Had a great summer and fall. Freshman season he hit .338. Sophomore season, .413 with 6 K's in 93 ABs, and his first HR, a grand slam. We are all looking forward to his junior season.

He had an awesome summer and fall, but struggled at the plate the last four games of the fall, all against JUCOs. But I know the challenge makes him better, and he'll be fine. Smile
The boy played LL from age 7-10. Just a kid no real talent, it's what you did in the spring. Every year he would take home the "Sportmens Award". The last year of his LL career he again recieved the SA. As we were leaving the "Awards Party" we stopped to thank the coach who had his backed turned to us and was talking to another parent on how the SA was given to the kid who "Would never do anything in sports let alone baseball" As he completed his sentence he turned to see my son totally humiliated with eyes welling up, without a word he turned and walked away.

The following year he played in a Pony League outside our district. While the quality of play was certainly better, what made it truly worth while was the winter program. It was run and mangaged almost entirely by local college coaches and players. The instruction was outstanding. More importantly, baseball was fun again. Always small for his age (5.2 118lbs as a fr.) he never was really much of a hitter at any level. But as a LHP he was all the following "Thumber", "Crafty Lefty" and was able to stick around and play limited roles in travel ball as an "Innings Eater".

Earlier this year on a recruiting trip, we sat down with the coaches after a tour of the campus and a little Q&A about the program and the offer that was made. At that point, my son produced a book and looked at he coach and said " You know coach 6 yrs ago when I was 11 I was chasing you around after a game, looking for an autograph, you finally stopped and asked (fully knowing) "What do you want" and I told you, you replied "Why". "I told you. "That if you signed my book. The Art of Hitting, when I'am old enough I'll come pitch for you". You did.

The boy signed an NLI last week for SDSU. At 6.5 200lbs he's no longer the little kid. The "Thumber" or Crafty Lefty" days are behind him, high 80's touching 90. While perserverance might have played a role, I think he just like playing baseball. And once the parents were out of the game, combined with some really good instruction/coaching it was fun again.
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dswann,

The story about your son hearing the coach's comment brought tears to my eyes. What a horrible thing to happen to a little kid. Even as adults, overhearing someone disparage us or our child is just the worst thing ever. I'm so glad he was able to overcome it, continue to play, learn and grow. And now he's going to SDSU! A very good friend of mine is in the athletic department there and is a huge supporter of the baseball team. It sounds like a great school with a very supportive team. Best of luck and I hope to continue to hear great things about him!!
My son was redshirted (d1) his freshman year and wasn't placed on a summer team by the coach (warning sign!!!). His second year he got about 30 abs and had a good summer. During the fall he felt he outplayed a number of guys at OF and C on the team and would be playing a lot in the spring. Wrong! Met with the coach who told he was still his 3rd catcher and would only play against lefties (that would be good for about 40-50 abs). Ironically, he actaully hits better against rightiesSmile

Coach explained that the other two Cs were better and that he had to many strikeouts per ab and not enough walks. My son told the coach its kind of tough to get a good pitch to hit if all he did was let him ph against lefties in games already decided. They agreed to disagree and my son moved on to the JC.

The first day he is at the JC, he gets a call from a coach on the team that won the conference his former school was in. He didn't end up there, but it was nice to know the coach of the best team in the league thought he could play every day for them, while the 5 place coach didn't.
Son did not make middle school team in 6th grade. He was crushed as he had always been an all-star in Little League (big deal in younger days). The worst part was some of the boys that made it made it known how "superior" they were that they were on the team and he wasn't. He worked hard to be sure it didn't happen again. Made the team the next year as the starting SS & pitcher and those "superior" players rode the pine. They were still riding the pine last season on JV while son played on varsity. Looking back, it was a big learning experience that paid off.
2010 son plays at the 5A level in our state which is the top level. He has always had a passion for baseball and started off his freshman year as a starter on the frosh team at SS. Had always been a good player and was aiming for JV. Got pulled up to the JV level about a third of the way through the season and in his first AB hit one over the fence. As he's rounding third, the JV HC tells him "nice debut." You should have seen the grin on that kid's face!! He becomes the starting JV SS shortly thereafter and then gets a call from the Varsity HC on a Monday saying 2010 would get to suit up for Varsity on Wednesday. Wow was he excited! That Tuesday afternoon he's playing in the first game of a JV dbl header against a 3A Varsity team out of town. He took an inside pitch off his left hand breaking a bone and ending his season. One of the most difficult and moments in both of our lives came following the doctor telling him he couldn't play for 4-6 weeks. I knew the tears would stop eventually but wasn't really sure when.

Summer ball came and went well then came 2010's junior year. He's now the starting varsity SS as a Soph and headed toward a possible All-Conference season. He was playing in an important league game and got a single to start off an early inning. He takes off for 2nd on a straight steal and the catcher throws the ball high and to the first base side of second. 2b goes to catch the ball and runs into the baseline as 2010 is sliding into second. They hit shins and 2010 sprains his PCL. Out again for the rest of the season...more tears.

Wasn't long before he was in P/T and working to make it back before the seson ended. He was able to finish the end of the season but it took a good 9 months before he hit 100%.

Junior year went well. First season in HS that he was able to complete without injury. Hit .516 for the season and had a wonderful year defensively and was selected for the All-Conference team.

He's looking forward to his senior year, has attracted the attention of several college programs, and academically he maintained his focus and sitting on a 4.1 GPA and in the top 98% in the nation on his ACT. He learned very valuable lessons those first two difficult years and now knows that overcoming adversity is the name of the game in baseball and in life. I truly admire his motivation and desire to overcome the difficulties he has had, as well as what he has achieved thus far in his young life. Looking very forward to the rest of his senior year. Plays basketball as well and that season is ramping up.

I know at the end there will be tears yet again....mostly of joy, but tinged with a bit of sadness, that this part of the ride will be over and done with. I and the rest of our family have been truly blessed with a wonderful son and brother, the teachers with a wonderful student, and teammate who understands the meaning of hardwork, perserverence, and team and shows it in the classroom on the field of play. Does it get any better than that???

J23
Life is full of second chances...

Sometimes opportunities present themselves in failure. No one likes to fail...but it is a part of life. Failure can drive a person to try harder than they have ever tried before...time and time again.

When I think of failure and success I think of MLB pitchers who can have a bad outing and then in the next succeed. Who can fail miserably numerous times in a row and then succeed numerous times in a row. Success and failure are synonymous experiences when you are a pitcher...a day on the mound can bring one of two things...good or bad.

When I think about clawing back from failure I think of Zach Grienke, who left the Royals spring training camp in 2006 because he was suffering from social anxiety disorder and depression. Imagine a professional baseball player who does not like crowds. Zach failed to perform, the pressure was too great...he failed.

The beautiful story about this young man was he refused to give up. He would not let his personal demons destroy his life. He didn’t quit. He toughed it out and scratched his way back into the rotation in 2007, but after alternating good starts with bad ones and compiling a 1–4 record with a 5.71 ERA he was taken out of the rotation.

In 2008, Zach returned to the rotation and had a good year, starting in 32 games going 13-10. His 3.47 ERA was the best by a full-time Royals starter in 11 years. It is little wonder then that in January 2009, he agreed to a four-year contract with the Royals worth $38 million. Unlike many players who sign the big contract, Zach played into 2009 with a vengeance. Zach started off his 2009 season by not allowing a run in his first 24 innings. Since he had ended the 2008 season with 14 scoreless innings, meant that for 38 innings in a row he had not given up a run.

We all know how well he pitched throughout 2009 culminating in the American League Cy Young award.

He has battled and overcame his personal demons...

What a story...

Life is full of second chances...
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Dswann, that was great and congratulations!

My son (a July birthday before league age changed to April) was 90th percentile for height and 10th percentile for weight at age 2. Not much changed by age 12. Every year LL All-Stars came and went with a great amount of dissapointment in our house. Not because we felt he got stiffed. Because he just did not have what I now call "big 12 year old power". When he was 13 and thickened up a bit he really thought he had a chance. He'd had a great season. Nope.. no All-Stars. He was devastated.

So I asked him what he wanted to do. Play "club ball" was the idea. So he found a couple of teams he wanted to try out for. He went to the try-outs feeling like he was a shoe-in only to have his shoulder tapped on 3/4 of the way through they try-out with a "thanks kid, well call you". They did not. He went to another team try-out. He did get a call from that coach. The coach was nice enough to tell him that he did not make it. That he had some things to work on, he needed to grow, to try out again next year.

My son, while still on the phone with the coach, asked if he could just come to practice and work. Work on all the things he needed to work on and be ready to make the team the next year.

That coach agreed.

So my son went out and practiced 3x a week and watched the rest of the boys play on Sundays. (That folks, took a lot of swallowing pride.)

One Saturday the coach called and said the flu had ripped through the team and could my son come out on Sunday and fill in. He had no uni, he wore a plain blck shirt with no number. He went 2 for 3 (both singles), and threw out both steal attempts. He just hurled himself around behind the plate making sure no ball got behind him.

That day was an enormous turning point for him. He earned a uniform that day #52 and slept with it for the next week. (I saved the plain black shirt in his keep box along side the well worn #52 uni.)

In the year and a half up to that game it was teeter time for him. Do I keep playing or get out the skateboard? Head says not good enough, heart says keep playing. By 14 the kid was a beast and power was never an issue after that. It was just persevering over the hump.

Last Fall when he early committed to school we asked him if he wanted to go to the College bookstore and get a hat and sweatshirt... He said "Nope, I am not wearing a piece of the uniform until I earn it."

When we went out to the Fall practices this year seeing our son on the field in the uni was a powerful experience. (Watching the homerun he hit in the uni was nice too!)
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Similar to playfair's son, my boy was also a tall skinny kid with a July birthday (always the youngest on a team of bigger stronger players). Son never made those circumstances an excuse, but instead treated them as a challenge. Although he never did become the strongest player physically, I think he did become one of the stronger players in other ways - mentally he is very tough.

That "training" served him well in High School. After making varsity as a Sophomore and pitching well that year he hurt his pitching elbow that Summer and wasn't really healthy again until his Senior season. Continued hard work and perseverance allowed him to overcome missing his critical Junior season - lead his team to a section championship his Senior year and earn the opportunity to pitch for a D1 program. Taking this different path has again made him mentally even tougher.

The challenges and obstacles haven't gone away, in fact they are bigger than ever - but he's fighting very hard to make the most of his opportunity. He still far from being physically strong (he's 6'2" and only 167 llbs), but (warning: parent bias coming) he's one of the "strongest" people I know.
There have so many best days in baseball for me its hard to pick just one. So I will share a story about one of my players who I love like a son. He didnt come out his freshman year because he had no confidence in the game. He figured he would just get cut. He had never made the local all star teams in rec ball and he got cut from the middle school team.

His soph year he was walking by the field during the summer while we were working out. He stopped by and said "Coach do you think I would have a chance to make the team if I started working out with you guys?" I told him I had no idea but if he never tried he would never know. The next day he showed up. I have never seen a kid work so hard in my life. I have never seen a kid want anything as much as he wanted to be a part of our program. He made the JV that next spring. He had grown so much. He was really started to look like a kid that could be a good hs player.

To make a long story short this young man would go on to be an All State player both his Jr and Sr year. He would go on to earn a D1 scholley and start his last three years in college earning Team MVP honors his sr year and AC honors his Jr and Sr years. His love and passion for the game was inspiring to everyone around him. His desire to be good inspired me. The same kid that was called a scrub by many , the same kid that got cut from the middle school team and was afraid to fail as a freshman so he didnt even try out has accomplished so much in the game.

The bottom line is you never let someone else determine your fate in life or baseball. Its in your hands and there should be no other place you would have it. No one knows whats in a kids heart.
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The bottom line is you never let someone else determine your fate in life or baseball. Its in your hands and there should be no other place you would have it. No one knows whats in a kids heart.


I wrote a huge post and deleted it.Wasn't sure my son would want it shared.He is an adult now and he may not want me writing his story on here.TPM asked me too when my son signed with USC this summer. I was hesitant and remain so.

I mostly want to refer to Coach Mays quote above.That quote is the heart of my son who was told he would never play college baseball.

I try to not brag about my sons accomplishments.But I have to say that my husband and I are very proud of this young man.He let all the nay sayers, have their fun, he went out and worked so hard,and would not take no for an answer.

Many of your stories above are the same, too small, too something, not enough of something else.Never having what some thinks it takes.

But having something that you cant rate at a showcase, that projection cant see, that Coaches cant predict, that even parents were told to put him in his place, stop letting him dream so big.I never had the heart to tell him that he wouldn't make it.

And that is HEART.This weekend I had the absolute pleasure to see my son at USC, in a uniform taking the field.Had a great Fall world series, and so very happy.I am so proud to be his mother, he is a testimony to never giving up, working past the negative garbage that surrounded him his entire life ,since he first put a uniform on.

I dont know what the future holds for him, but many of you have been on a lot of this journey with me.O44 is my rock in the baseball world.I consider him a friend.He has counseled me and made me see the bigger picture.And that is that my son is bigger than the baseball, that my son has become a hard working man that I am proud that he wears a USC uniform, because he earned every freaking stitch on there.
I have a story of adversity that can be shared, although all else Pales in comparison to what Chance Veazey and his family are going through, my prayers go out to he and his family.

My guy has been a pretty gifted player throughout his life. He always started, always hit in the middle of the order always was a “contributor”. Although he did not play Varsity his Freshman year of HS Baseball he was the Shortstop and Pitched and hit over .600.

By his Sophomore year he was the starting 3rd Baseman making the All Star Team and All Area. By his Junior year he was a Team Leader, hitting in the 3 hole, Closing games throwing 90 and making All Stars and All Area again.

He was invited to play on a team with the Diamond Club (a Scout Driven showcase event) and the East Coast Pro Showcase.

He was getting interest from Universities as well as Pro Scouts now and things were moving along well. He had a great Summer season and a great Fall season.

Nice offers came in from D-1 Universities as well as D-2 Universities as well as a half dozen JUCO’s. He signed early with a program that he fell in love with.

He was called by the Yankees to attend a pre-draft workout down in Tampa and was offered a spot with Bob Williams to travel to Australia to play with a Goodwill Series Team, the trip of a lifetime.

Things were looking very promising. We were rolling along and attended the PG World Showcase and had a great showing.

As the winter was ending and we were somewhat winding down awaiting his Senior Year of HS Baseball to begin we decided to attend a little showcase in N. Florida. As he was walking down the bleachers his Knee Locked up and he could not move…

I loaded him up into the car and raced off to the hospital where it was initially thought he had torn his ACL. It was later determined that he had a piece of bone about the size of a quarter break off of the base of his femur and wedged in his joint. Open surgery would be required.

About 8 Pro Scouts were turned away by the Head Coach the first day of his Senior year. Eric would not be playing this year, there is no reason to be here…

10 weeks later he was able to put weight on his leg. It is amazing what can happen to a leg that is not used for that length of time. He spent the remaining summer in Therapy and working with a Speed Coach. Day after day of training and traveling to train, lifting weights, running, pushing himself through the pain to be able to get back to where he once was.

He was able to work himself to be ready for the following spring (2009) and started at Shortstop at a local JUCO, a position he never had the opportunity to play in HS except as a Freshman. He made an All-Conference team.

He still has a dream, and an ambition that may yet get tested. Time will continue to tell. He has overcome a lot to achieve what he has achieved. I could not be more proud of my son.
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For our son, the best illustration occurred almost all on one day, in early April of 2005.
At around 9am Pacific time, he called from Spring Training in Florida and you could tell he was down. The rosters had just been posted for the full season teams. His name wasn't on one. That was a tough conversation.
About 2 hours later, he called and talked about checking game rosters for the day and finding out he was with the AAA team heading to Legends to take on the Yankees.
About an hour later, he called from the bus to report they were facing Randy Johnson in his final tune up for the start of the MLB season, and our son was starting at short...and batting lead off.
Immediately after the game, he called to report an 0-3, with a K on his first AB on a slider that almost broke his right ankle, but then two good AB's with line drive outs.
Spent the last 3 innings on the bench soaking up information from Coaches Dwayne Murphy and Mike Bordick, both of whom let him know the AAA coaches asked for him to be brought up for the game, for a reason.
About 2 hours after the bus gets back to Dunedin, he calls again...and has a roster sport in Lansing, MI. and ships out in 2 days
On June 22, 2005, we are sitting in Peoria, Ill. watching the MWL All Star game, to which he was selected after hitting .312 for the first half of the season. There is a lot of talk about the DIII kid who did not even have a roster spot in April, didn't get an AB the first 10 games of the season, and was selected to play in a game that had many first and second round picks.
Ended up being the first substitute, went 1-2 and loved every minute and proving and knowing he belonged.
A friend's son was drafted in the 38th round after his senior year. In five years in the minors he was never in the lineup opening day. By the end of the first month of each season he was a lineup fixture. He made three minor league all-star teams. His attitude is you can sulk or be ready to take advantage of a situation that may only be a pinch hit at bat. It didn't hurt he could play second, short or third. He went to the AFL to learn how to catch. He shagged enough flies in BP to get comfortable with playing outfield even though he never played there before pro ball.

Last year he played in Japan for a significant amount of money. When I've watched him do pregame I haven't seen a kid (20's) who has so much fun getting ready to play. He was always smiling and joking with teammates while getting his work in. He said baseball has to be a lot more fun than a real job.
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floridafan,
A sad but very motivating story. It also puts things into perspective for others who are much further away from a prize than your son is. If a kid who is probably months away from being a high draft selection can pick himself up and march forward, then someone years younger can certainly do it.

Good luck to him on his delayed journey.

infielddad,
Two words come to mind after reading your story. Talent and Make-up (maybe 3 words). Sounds like alot of both. You don't battle the way he has, and get to where he is without both. Good luck.
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