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Celebrity status is an interesting paradox when it comes to being a baseball player. Unless you are Reggie Jackson or George Brett, you really aren't treated like a jock. Especially when compared to football players.
This was especially true at a Texas high school.
Despite the fact that I was slowly becoming a highly regarded high school baseball prospect as my senior year rolled around, I still had no date to the prom.
Certainly early childhood had made me a bit socially awkward but also I wasn't a high school football star and those guys always got the top pick of the girls.
Which I was finding funny now as I started getting some "fan mail" from some of those girls I went to school with. The ones who could not be bothered to stoop so low as to speak with the baseball nerd were now writing me and asking how the season was and they hope to see me when I went home after the season was over.
I guess it had become common knowledge about the $600,000.
Reno was even more interesting when it came to being a baseball player. Lucky for us, this was not a city that based its self esteem on the success and failure of its baseball team. I could just imagine how awful it would be to play this bad in a city that lived and died baseball. There were no death threats to the players. No vandalism to our property. No hecklers when we went out in public. Very few people even knew who we were.
The only grief we really got were bad jokes on morning radio. "My girlfriend is so skinny, her weight is lower than the Padres team batting average." "If James was pitching in Mudville, Mighty Casey would have walked."
Okay, that one was kinda funny.
And he probably would have too.
Damn....
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