Detroit Tigers Minor League Baseball Commentary and Analysis
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Not much has changed in the last few days in terms of my life in baseball. I still am waking up to phone calls from home at 8 am (it’s 2 pm there, but this is not a bad thing) followed by my walk down to the local diner for my $3.75 breakfast special. The rest of my pre-game activities usually include two to three hours at the beach, floating on the six dollar raft I bought (best money spent yet by the way), and walking around town. My tan is not quite up to Hawaiian standards yet, but I have to remind everyone I come from a place where it’s white on the ground for 4 months of the year so my tan has to start red, if you catch my drift. When game time rolls around, I get on our team bus to go up to the field which is nice because the traffic here is awful and I think if I had to drive here, the American public would have a few more words to use in times of rage. Pre-game at the field is pretty loose, everyone pretty much does what they have to to get ready for the game and we will hit occasionally. I basically know the exact days I am going to throw so there is plenty of time to prepare mentally, and the days I don’t are spent attempting to keep everyone in as good a mood as possible. One may ask, do I ever want to leave? Actually, when the day rolls around when I need to go to the airport, I don’t think I’ll be all that sad. This life is great don’t get me wrong, it borders fantasy rather than dream, but it’s not the life I’m used to. Will I come back one day? Not a doubt in my mind I will. Until then, I am going to enjoy every second on that baseball diamond.
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October 6th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
Hey — it was 9:00 there and 3:00 here. I made a silly assumption you’d be up at 9 AM on a Saturday; you know, surfing. Keep us informed about your Hawaiian adventures!
Love, Mom
October 8th, 2008 at 5:03 am
What a life! Ask your dad about the raft story in Florida with grandpa and Uncle Bernie. Enjoy this wonderful oppurtunity! See you during the holidays. Love, Aunt Mary
October 10th, 2008 at 5:57 am
Hi Andrew,
I ran across your blog this morning… very interesting. As fans, we don’t get a chance to know players much, except through sound bites on TV or radio. Most of us that love the game and played a little wonder what it’s like to be a professional. So, thanks, for writing!
One thing I’ve always wondered about, as far as being a minor league player, do you and most of the guys have a game plan as far as making the majors? What I mean is, have you put a deadline on it? If I’m not there by the time I hit 26 or 27, I’ll do something else?
I know it’s hard to put a timetable on your dreams. I’ve always thought it would be an incredibly difficult decission. I look at guys like Mike Hessman, who I think is about 30, he’s so close to making it… I tend to root a little harder for guys like Hessman, guys that aren’t the Cameron Maybin’s of the world (not that he’s a bad guy, but you get my point).
Thank you!
Scott
October 10th, 2008 at 3:13 pm
Scott,
Thanks for reading and you are right, it is very hard to put a timetable on your dreams. Though most of us do have a plan for what we want from our lives. Some of us say we are going to play until the team, or our body tells us we can’t anymore, however as you may know the life of a minor leaguer who wasn’t a top signee is not so glamourous so the financial side of things plays a pretty big factor. This is the category I fall into so yeah, I kind of know when it’s time to hang it up, but for now I just go in all out, and see where I land.