Updated: Jun 18, 2020
My love affair with baseball began at about the time I could walk.
Playing the game is great fun, but I love every part about it, down to the minutiae that most never notice.
I umpired little league to keep gas in my vehicles in high school. About halfway through college, I realized what I wanted to do. So I completed my undergrad work, and I made coaching baseball a career.
Ten years ago, I stumbled upon my first college coaching job and moved to Missouri. It took me a few years to find my way back to California. Eight years in the Bay Area brought many fond memories, good friends, and a family of almost 6 (any day now).
My pursuits of a head coaching position or full-time assistant position have come up fruitless. After much thought and many sleepless nights, barring a miracle, it's time to change lanes. I'm open to miracles...so if anybody has one handy, I'm listening.
It hurts just to think about it. It feels like a part of me is being forcibly stripped away.
I am having a hard time wrapping my head around abandoning something that I have poured my heart into for most of my life, but I know that it is the right thing to do for my family. So, for now, I'm on the hunt for work that will allow me to better provide for my them. And in the meantime, I'll be dreaming about coaching my kids in whatever sport or activity they decide to pursue when the time comes.
To all the people, players, and coaches who have been a part of this journey, thank you.
The next journey starts now.