Hey guys, it has been a little while since my last post, I’m thankful for Brent Leach to fill in with a guest post while I was away. In the time since my last post, I’ve been busy with visitors coming in town to see me here in Arizona. In this, the 3rd week of the Arizona Fall League, I regret to inform those who don’t know that the Surprise Rafters did not win a game. We have a talented team no doubt, but we are young compared to the rest of the teams. It seems as though there is a monkey on our backs that we cannot shake off when it comes to wins and losses. We jump out to an early lead many times, but fail to hold the lead long enough the shake hands at the end of the day. While winning is on all of our minds, the most important thing here in the Fall League is to improve on an individual basis while facing the best competition. As a catcher, I see our pitchers making adjustments that they need to, and as a hitter, it’s just a matter of getting on a roll and stringing a few hits together.
Rather than talking about the losses over the past week, I think now is an appropriate time to reflect of the people who got me to where I am today.
First and foremost, the people that instilled the drive for me to be successful in whatever I choose are my parents. Growing up in St. Louis, my dad was my baseball coach from when I first picked up a bat until high school. The thing I most respect out of my parents when it comes to sports is that they never forced anything upon me. They were always pushing me to work hard, as long as I liked the sport. I played mainly football and baseball growing up. My dad was always willing to run pass patterns so I could practice my passes, and I kid you not, my mom would put on full catcher’s gear so I could practice pitching when I got home from school.
There was never any question in regards to what I wanted to be when I grew up, and that was a baseball player. In high school, when it came time to choose a college, I chose a school in which I thought could bring me closer to my goal of playing in the big leagues. Because that was my goal, my parents backed me up all the way, and when I got drafted and decided to sign with the Dodgers, they backed me up all the way again. No matter what avenue I would chose in life, I know my parents would be there to back me up. The most important thing, though, is that they gave me the means to achieve my goals.
The best advice I could give a parent is to listen to what their kid really wants to do, and provide the means for him to achieve that goal. I am very thankful that mine pushed me to do what I am doing now. I look forward to posting in the next couple days, thanks for reading!