Updated: Sep 4, 2019
I love baseball. But most of the time, it isn't on a top priority on my list of things to write about.
For the better part of my life, my passion for baseball consumed me. In high school and college, and even early on as I embarked on a career in coaching, I had kind of lost my way. Baseball was priority number one, partying and being up to no good was priority number 1.5, and everything else was less important: superficial. I put up a good front. Many on the outside looking in, and a few on the inside, thought I had my act together, but it was exactly that, an act.
Baseball was the only thing I truly cared about for quite some time, leaving a void that eventually interfered with my ability perform on the field, my ability to perform in the classroom, my ability to do my best work as a coach, and my ability to develop real relationships; all of this was due to my own lack of discipline.
I've heard coaches talk about how they don't have other interests outside of baseball, except for time with family, and that makes me sad...not the time with family part... I'll get to that.
Yes, I enjoy sitting down on the couch and watching a baseball game on TV, particularly if it's college baseball, or if the Dodgers are playing, even after a long day of baseball. However, baseball does not define me like it used to. It may describe a very important part of me, and it likely always will, but I know that life is bigger than baseball, and I want my life to reflect that.
I love my family. My wife and kids have been, and continue to be the best gift that God has ever given to me, and I thank him daily. To them, I owe much of my renewed perspective on life, and I can't wait to experience the rest that life has to offer us.
Baseball, undoubtedly, will be involved, but I am acutely aware, now more than ever, that life is so much bigger than a game.