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It had started innocently enough.
Had tried out for the base softball team when I was stationed in Germany in '86.
Came back to the states to play for the UHVC softball team.
Met my future ex-wife.
My first future ex-wife.
The 90s was a rough decade.
I never really had a plan for life. I went to college because it was there to go to. I took jobs because they were there to take.
The only thing that kept pulling me back was baseball.
Over the years, I did all sorts of odd and end jobs in baseball. Field clean up crew at the University of Texas. Assistant to the assistant equipment manager in San Antonio. Returned to Victoria College to be a softball hitting coach. Went back to the pros and moved up the ladder with the Round Rock Express reaching bench coach status.
Meanwhile, I was divorced twice, have six children, four of whom have even blocked me on Facebook and a fifth that, last I knew, was arrested for assault during one of those Antifa protest things.
The sixth one is serving in the United States Marine Corps
One out of six ain't bad?
In 2015, a bench clearing altercation was highlighted by yours truly kicking the other team's pitching coach right in the marbles.
At the end of the season, the Round Rock Express no longer required my services.
I was 48 then. Fired. Twice divorced. With only a bottle of Wild Turkey willing to be my friend.
Slowly, I tried to put my life back together. I started attending AA meetings. I began to eat healthier. I got the DDP Yoga app and began to get well mentally as well as physically.
And I began to cleanse myself of my addiction to baseball.
But then the Colorado Rockies called.
And just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in.
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