The 2010 season ended on September 9th, the day we, the High Desert Mavericks, were ousted from the California League Playoffs. The offseason ends today, March 6th, report date for Minor League pitchers and catchers.
The in-season job of a professional baseball player is similar in many ways to that of a typical American career; the offseason job, similar in just about zero ways to that of a typical profession. With hundreds of employees, the Seattle Mariners Baseball Club is a large company. If I worked for a different large company–Boeing let’s call it–I would likely be in the office 5 days a week. For the Mariners I stay away from my “office” from September until March. For Boeing my boss would sit down the hall from me and check in a few times a day on my progress. For the Mariners? My boss hangs out in Arizona while I train on the East Coast for 5 months. As far as I know, these coaches (or bosses) may only exist for half the year and spend the rest with Batman and the tooth fairy. Whether that’s true or not, our coaches do hand us an almost uncomfortable amount of independence for the offseason. We are given two instructions: show up to Spring Training ready to go, and don’t do anything stupid (i.e. don’t get arrested, and don’t live off of French fries and strawberry soda).
However strange my existence as an in or offseason Minor League baseball player, none of it can take away from the best part of being a professional baseball player: I am given an opportunity to work towards that truly American dream of one day delivering a pitch from the center of a sold out Major League stadium.
From the day I stepped into the former Fulton County Stadium I was hooked. The seductive sensations of the stadium stole forever my heart and mind. The aromas of hot dogs and salty peanuts, the unmistakable crack of a wooden bat, and the greenest grass on Earth: add to that the super heroes playing on the field, and it’s clear I never had a chance.
Now, I am blessed with an opportunity to every day work towards becoming a part of that enchanting American magic that we know as baseball. In 2009 I was fortunate to live through a dream when a group of Cavaliers played in Omaha’s Rosenblatt Stadium. As no surprise, I am now eager and excited to put my head down and work for all I’m worth to live through another one.
I appreciate anyone who, throughout my journey, takes the time to browse through this blog and my musings. On this site I will be keeping folks updated with an inside look into a Minor League life. Along the way, I’ll be posting general thoughts from my perspective on America’s greatest sport. Please feel free to comment or e-mail me with any question that you have or have ever had regarding professional baseball, college baseball, youth baseball, the recruiting process, long bus trips, or the like.
Again, thank you.