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A little introspection

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by hockeybeat, May 22, 2007.

  1. hockeybeat

    hockeybeat Guest

    Moddies, webby, I'm not sure if this belongs here or Journalism Topics. If I posted this in the wrong forum, feel free to move it.



    Generally, I'm not one for introspection or sentimentality. But I thought I'd share the epiphany I just experienced.

    I was writing at Yankee Stadium tonight. I got there late and my credential wasn't ready, so I had to wait. When I finally got into the park, I raced to the clubhouse to do interviews. After I finished, I went into the press room only to find that I didn't have a seat in the press box and was relegated to the dungeon-esque press room.

    Okay, fine. There are sets around me and I have to write, anyway.

    Sometime around 10 P.M., I try to go to baseball-reference.com to check on stats and can't access the site. I try to access Google and its down. The wireless internet at the Stadium had died. I can't file. I hit refresh once, twice, a hundred times. Nothing. I have clumps of hair in my hands because pulling my hair out seems to be a better option than drop-kicking my laptop.

    After the game, I trudge into the post-game presser and clubhouse, asking halfhearted questions because I was too focused on a crappy internet connection.

    I finish what I'm doing and I begin to walk out the Stadium. And that's where I saw my salvation: A clump of dirt.

    There was nothing remarkable about it. It's the same clump of dirt that's found in ballparks from Anchorage to Ottawa to Boston and to New York. Nothing special about it at all.

    Then I began to think. I was lucky enough to walk the same pathway as Ruth, DiMaggio, Gehrig, Mantle, Maris, Ford, Berra, Reggie, Jeter, ARod, Oscar Gamble, Chad Curtis and Mel Hall. Okay, maybe not the last three. But you get my drift.

    My mind wandered from the legends to family. My grandfather was born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, a Yankees fan. A catcher, 5'4 by 5'4, he wasn't good enough to do more than play in adult leagues. His biggest contribution to baseball in the City of New York was that he brought Little League to the borough of Queens. He raised his clan to root for the Yankees, including my pops.

    I thought about my old man. Another catcher, 5'8 and 160 pounds, he was good enough to play at the high school level. For whatever reason, be it he wasn't big enough or strong enough or couldn't hit a jockey's weight, a lifelong baseball junkie wasn't blessed with the ability to live out his childhood dream.

    I stopped. Here I am, an almost funny kid with a laptop, able to do something that my father and grandfather and uncles and cousins and friends could only dream of. While they toil at jobs that don't provide any excitement, I'm lucky enough to walk into the Yankees clubhouse and say I'm doing my job.

    And I began to feel bad because I didn't enjoy it. I didn't soak up the atmosphere. I stepped onto the Yankee Stadium grass, looking to talk to a couple players standing around the batting cage. I could have stopped and took a second to look around and realize how good I have it. Tomorrow, I'm back at the Stadium. I guarantee you that I will take time out to enjoy myself and to recognize what I could be doing.

    I implore you to sit back and really think about how cool our jobs are. I know not every park is Yankee Stadium. Not every rink is Maple Leaf Gardens or the Montreal Forum. Not every football stadium is Lambeau Field. Not every basketball court is Madison Square Garden. But the venue is irrelevant. We're fortunate enough to go into places than fans only dream of. For as tough as we make our jobs out to be, and yeah, sometimes they really suck, it's certainly a lot better than a 9-to-5 office job.
  2. pallister

    pallister Guest

    I wish I could find something as uplifting while I'm flying a desk every night.
  3. DanOregon

    DanOregon Well-Known Member

    When I heard talk of the BoSox and the Yanks getting new stadiums a few years back I flew out there to take them in. Called my dad while watching the Yankees from about 16 rows from the field. Awesome. Positively Awesome. Same at Fenway. Glad I got there before they bastardized the Green Monster. The next year, me and pop spent a week in Chi-town, saw a couple of Cubs games from the bleachers (of course) and took in a game on the southside - Priceless. Don't know if I'd say the same about the newer parks.....
  4. Smasher_Sloan

    Smasher_Sloan Active Member

    When Norm MacLean is stealing your stuff, just think: <i>"Hey, this guy also stole from Red Smith, Dick Young...."</i>
  5. three_bags_full

    three_bags_full Well-Known Member

    Every time I help a young(er) soldier, I feel the same way, hb.
  6. slappy4428

    slappy4428 Active Member

  7. Point of Order

    Point of Order Active Member

    So did you ever get your work in?
  8. Boom_70

    Boom_70 Well-Known Member

    Good stuff HB. I get that same feeling everytime I wind around the bowels of stadium heading toward clubhouse.

    Walking down the tunnel towards dugout each time is a mystical event - specially during day when you see that bright sun light at end of dark tunnel.

    Never get the same feeling at Shea - with the peeling paint, odor of low tide and smell of jet fuel.
  9. SoSueMe

    SoSueMe Active Member

    Weird. I don't get that feeling when I talk to the stand-off-ish, fat manager/DH of the senior baseball team I cover at a field with no fences to keep me or the fans out after a game.
  10. BigDog

    BigDog Active Member

    And lest we forget the sounds of Jay Horwitz.
  11. Smasher_Sloan

    Smasher_Sloan Active Member

    What <i>is</i> that smell at Shea? And will they feature the same non-working elevator at the new park?
  12. Boom_70

    Boom_70 Well-Known Member

    Don't know what the smell is but whatever you do don't eat the peeling paint in the press box. I hear it is lead based. You will end up with brain damage.
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