Post by Classicblast on Dec 2, 2008 2:01:17 GMT -5
I never really think of myself as being homesick. In fact, I say all the time I have grown accustomed to my current region and have figured throughout my life that I could be transfered anywhere at anytime. There's not that much demand for a so-so minor league baseball player and when I'm going to be 34 Next week Tuesday that only complicates my employability.
Obviously there's little chance of not moving around in my field. No pun intended.
I tried out for teams making little or no impression. I had bad transportation. My vehicle was a 74 F150 and it was shot. It showed over 100,000 miles but the speedometer hadn't worked in years I got a cable for it when my father said I could have it. (it had been one of his company's trucks.)
Who knows how long it had not worked?
I got some tryouts underway and whathave you and then my brothers tossed some money in to buy me a used Thunderbird. A 1988 and in 1994 that was a pretty nice car overall. I had reliable something to go to tryouts and to get around as I got shuffled.
However I have not moved all that much. In 1994 I signed on in a rookie league, played a season there and started 1995 in a rookie league, played about a month in A ball.
The 1994 major league baseball strike shuffled the deck throughout baseball for the next couple seasons. Some guys retired others switched causing AAA guys to move up, AA guys to get a kick at the can and even creating a void giving guys like me an opportunity to make a challenge for position.
In the latter part of 1995 I got a call from my agent saying that a team is interested in buying my contract. That was huge because you don't last long in rookie league lifestyle. You dorm basically with 3 guys who are usually boozers and abusers. They want to party late and barely sleep and you get paid what translates to a smidgen over minimum wage. Then you pay your agent.
Nice, huh?
In late 1995 I was finally lucky enough to get on the team AA level. I was there about a month and two other guys and me were in a pizza restaurant and blastgirl comes up to me and says "Aren't you one of our new guys?" and the rest is history.
I was with that team a while. I was there through 1999 and moved to another team not too far away I was there for 3 seasons and in 2002 I came back to the team in Blastgirls city. We were married in 2000 and had established residence here already.
Well in 2006 camp I got cut by that team but I landed a position only about 40 minutes away so that was pretty good. I was there for 2 seasons and then got traded a year ago. This time it's more like an hour and a half away. So I had to get an apartment there but I came home as often as I could.
I have already told that my contract is up to these guys so I vacated my apartment cause there's other solutions available if the option om me is activated in January. If not then I have not paid for that apartment for 4 months only to get released anyway.
Last week Blastgirl, the boys and I all went to my home home. We got to visit with my parents, Thunderbird, my other brother and his kids for the weekend.
I've often been home but this time I really got a sense of return something I have not felt in years if at all.
It's as if I had been craving it and didnt' realize it until we hit the hometown. Being in my parents house at Thanksgiving is so far gone to me and this year it happened for the first time since I was about 20. I don't know how exactly to describe it but its as if I experienced a true homecoming.
I know how many times I've said it and even posted in lewasite that where I live now has been home to me for years, suddenly I'm not so positive.
My parents do get out this way pretty often but this was a rare thing for my sons to come to their house I know that means a bunch to them.
I just never have felt this way before. Thanks.
Classic
Obviously there's little chance of not moving around in my field. No pun intended.
I tried out for teams making little or no impression. I had bad transportation. My vehicle was a 74 F150 and it was shot. It showed over 100,000 miles but the speedometer hadn't worked in years I got a cable for it when my father said I could have it. (it had been one of his company's trucks.)
Who knows how long it had not worked?
I got some tryouts underway and whathave you and then my brothers tossed some money in to buy me a used Thunderbird. A 1988 and in 1994 that was a pretty nice car overall. I had reliable something to go to tryouts and to get around as I got shuffled.
However I have not moved all that much. In 1994 I signed on in a rookie league, played a season there and started 1995 in a rookie league, played about a month in A ball.
The 1994 major league baseball strike shuffled the deck throughout baseball for the next couple seasons. Some guys retired others switched causing AAA guys to move up, AA guys to get a kick at the can and even creating a void giving guys like me an opportunity to make a challenge for position.
In the latter part of 1995 I got a call from my agent saying that a team is interested in buying my contract. That was huge because you don't last long in rookie league lifestyle. You dorm basically with 3 guys who are usually boozers and abusers. They want to party late and barely sleep and you get paid what translates to a smidgen over minimum wage. Then you pay your agent.
Nice, huh?
In late 1995 I was finally lucky enough to get on the team AA level. I was there about a month and two other guys and me were in a pizza restaurant and blastgirl comes up to me and says "Aren't you one of our new guys?" and the rest is history.
I was with that team a while. I was there through 1999 and moved to another team not too far away I was there for 3 seasons and in 2002 I came back to the team in Blastgirls city. We were married in 2000 and had established residence here already.
Well in 2006 camp I got cut by that team but I landed a position only about 40 minutes away so that was pretty good. I was there for 2 seasons and then got traded a year ago. This time it's more like an hour and a half away. So I had to get an apartment there but I came home as often as I could.
I have already told that my contract is up to these guys so I vacated my apartment cause there's other solutions available if the option om me is activated in January. If not then I have not paid for that apartment for 4 months only to get released anyway.
Last week Blastgirl, the boys and I all went to my home home. We got to visit with my parents, Thunderbird, my other brother and his kids for the weekend.
I've often been home but this time I really got a sense of return something I have not felt in years if at all.
It's as if I had been craving it and didnt' realize it until we hit the hometown. Being in my parents house at Thanksgiving is so far gone to me and this year it happened for the first time since I was about 20. I don't know how exactly to describe it but its as if I experienced a true homecoming.
I know how many times I've said it and even posted in lewasite that where I live now has been home to me for years, suddenly I'm not so positive.
My parents do get out this way pretty often but this was a rare thing for my sons to come to their house I know that means a bunch to them.
I just never have felt this way before. Thanks.
Classic
