Post by Classicblast on Sept 20, 2006 22:51:14 GMT -5
I would say my oldest brother first.
When I was 3 the Yankees and the Dodgers were playing for the World Series and my family was watching that.
I am not sure I really understood what the Yankees and Dodgers were at the time but it seemed cool. My brother was about 8 at the time rolled socks together and gave me a stick. He said we were the Yankees and the Dodgers and pitched to me.
Ever since then baseball became my passion. I would take rolled socks and when I was unable to sleep I would toss them up and catch them sometimes for a long time. I would get scolded by my parents for not being asleep if I got caught. Eventually I realized that if I caught the socks "Ball" It didn't make noise. But once in a while they would hit the floor and my mother would know I wasn't really sleeping.
From then on I had always loved baseball more than anything else. At the age 11 I often played on 14-16 year old teams. After high school and some college I got onto a rookie league team. I went to tryouts with my old 1974 F150 that was on its last leg. I took it far and wide because that's all I had.
My brothers knew that if I was serious about pursuing a career I would need something dependable to drive to tryouts. So in 1995 they chipped in and bought me a 1988 Thunderbird so I wasn't relying on some old beat up truck to get to what could be a career deciding tryout.
After bouncing to a couple rookie league teams I got placed on a team that I played 10 seasons for.
Once I got there there was Carlos. When I was 20 Carlos was about 29 and approaching the end of his AA career. But he really befriended me and trained me to play at a professional level. Carlos came from the Dominican Republics. His family was sharecroppers he has about 14 brothers and sisters. They are culturally poor. Once he got into a baseball team and it was clear he wasn't going any higher he polished his English and took courses in electronics.
When the team released him when he was 33 years old he had prepared himself for a career change. He opened a store that sells and repairs tv, computers, cd players and whatever other electronic needs there are. Games everything.
When he got to America he decided no matter what happened with him and baseball he wasn't going back to the life what would await him in the Dominican Republics.
I have come to really respect Carlos as a person as well as a friend and former teammate.
So I'd say my oldest brother and Carlos are the 2 people who have had the most impact on me.
When I was 3 the Yankees and the Dodgers were playing for the World Series and my family was watching that.
I am not sure I really understood what the Yankees and Dodgers were at the time but it seemed cool. My brother was about 8 at the time rolled socks together and gave me a stick. He said we were the Yankees and the Dodgers and pitched to me.
Ever since then baseball became my passion. I would take rolled socks and when I was unable to sleep I would toss them up and catch them sometimes for a long time. I would get scolded by my parents for not being asleep if I got caught. Eventually I realized that if I caught the socks "Ball" It didn't make noise. But once in a while they would hit the floor and my mother would know I wasn't really sleeping.
From then on I had always loved baseball more than anything else. At the age 11 I often played on 14-16 year old teams. After high school and some college I got onto a rookie league team. I went to tryouts with my old 1974 F150 that was on its last leg. I took it far and wide because that's all I had.
My brothers knew that if I was serious about pursuing a career I would need something dependable to drive to tryouts. So in 1995 they chipped in and bought me a 1988 Thunderbird so I wasn't relying on some old beat up truck to get to what could be a career deciding tryout.
After bouncing to a couple rookie league teams I got placed on a team that I played 10 seasons for.
Once I got there there was Carlos. When I was 20 Carlos was about 29 and approaching the end of his AA career. But he really befriended me and trained me to play at a professional level. Carlos came from the Dominican Republics. His family was sharecroppers he has about 14 brothers and sisters. They are culturally poor. Once he got into a baseball team and it was clear he wasn't going any higher he polished his English and took courses in electronics.
When the team released him when he was 33 years old he had prepared himself for a career change. He opened a store that sells and repairs tv, computers, cd players and whatever other electronic needs there are. Games everything.
When he got to America he decided no matter what happened with him and baseball he wasn't going back to the life what would await him in the Dominican Republics.
I have come to really respect Carlos as a person as well as a friend and former teammate.
So I'd say my oldest brother and Carlos are the 2 people who have had the most impact on me.