If You Don't Mind Me Being Honest...
By Richard Giannotti
“Richard, I want you to remember one thing – this is a marathon, not a sprint”. These were the first words I heard as soon as I signed away my college eligibility to forgo my senior season at the University of Miami in order to pursue my dream of playing professional baseball. I’m sure those exact words have echoed off many walls and kitchen tables across the country within the last fifty years, but who really cares…right? I know I didn’t.
In 2004, I was a twenty year old who was told I had all the ability in the world and had four, potentially five tools if I put a few pounds on and developed my gap power into serious pole to pole power. I don’t even think I was forty-eight hours removed from Omaha, NE playing in the College World Series, so to honestly answer the question about the above quote – I didn’t care one bit about what type of race I was entering. All I could care about was what time my flight was leaving Ft. Lauderdale, FL. I’m sure off the bat, you’re thinking you would be excited too getting your ticket to leave to play pro ball, but if I’m going to be completely honest with you all, I have to ask myself a few questions. Was I in such a rush to escape the anger of not having our college baseball season end the way we all had imagined it? Was it because I was upset I fell in the draft due to my previous injuries I suffered my sophomore year? Was I afraid to face the fact that the last three years of my life in college were closing and that if I boarded that airplane, they really weren’t going to end? Or perhaps the most poignant question that best describes me as a person and how I was raised to compete. Was I in such a rush to leave in order to prove everybody right that praised me and prove everybody wrong that doubted me? It’s safe to say every one of those questions deserves an imperative YES.
At that moment in time, if you were to tell me that at the age of twenty-eight I would be entering my fifth year of Independent baseball, I would have laughed and said “Yea right man, I’m smarter than that. If I don’t make it to the Bigs or close to it by twenty-four, I’d hang em’ up and go get a real job.” That’s how we’re programmed to think. As soon as you let negativity creep in, the entire house slowly crumbles unless you figure out how to balance the good and the bad and remain consistent. I find it unfortunate that when we are young, we don’t see things for what they truly are because of ignorance and inexperience. I was no different from any other twenty year old learning life lessons, with one exception, I was doing it on a ball field vs. a cubicle.
As first year players in pro ball, we don’t think about getting released, traded or retirement. What we really worry about is “time”. The bus time, stretch time and the time change to talk to our families and girlfriends back home. Fast-forward to the present and the “time” concept is still in full effect, except it’s more like I’m running out of time. The older I get, the smaller the window of opportunity gets to get back on track to the big leagues. But if I’ve learned anything along my journey, it’s that you can’t fully enjoy the sweet without tasting the sour. So when people ask me why I continue to play professional baseball in the Independent Leagues at twenty-eight, I tell them because they still pay me to play a kid’s game that I love and every successful businessman that I know and respect has told me to play as long as I can because I can work the rest of my life.
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