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Youth Sports… the Cliff and Jamie Story

Cliff Bottom Row 2nd from Left Jamie 2nd Row 2nd from Left

As a young kid I participated in many sports including baseball, basketball, BMX racing, tennis and others. Along the way I gathered many lifelong lessons and relationships that I carry to this day. As a parent I have made sure that sports are a part of my Daughter and Sons lives so they to will benefit from the enormous value that sports can contribute to ones development and character. Recently I was reminded just how important sports were to my development and the lessons and memories that will live with me for a lifetime.  I never accomplished much as an athlete like most and I refuse to create some false narrative to brag to others about how great I was, like so many others do.  Often we hear from people that tell us how great they were at sports, how they should have been a professional, how something or someone kept them from realizing their full potential.   We all have heard stories like this and simply take them with a grain of salt, smile and secretly know it’s a bunch of bullshit.   In full disclosure, I was an OK athlete, not usually picked last but rarely picked first, I was kinda small and skinny for my age as I grew in my later teens.



I coach my son’s competitive baseball team and it is a very difficult balance between competition, fairness, winning, development, parents expectations, kids feelings, proper training, tough love and sanity.   This summer our team is slotted to go to Cooperstown to play at the birthplace of baseball and have a magical baseball experience with a group of kids that have known each other and played together since they were 6 years old.    During the spring season prior to this summer we lost a few players and families because they felt our team wasn’t competitive enough, wasn’t able to win enough or had kids on it that weren’t good enough to play with them.  This event troubled me deeply as I lost a dear friendship because of it.   I was unwilling to alter the team and change the roster and cut kids based on talent and deny them the Cooperstown  experience that we have been anticipating for years.   During the Spring we did loose a few more games because of the defections, we were not as competitive but looking back I wouldn’t have changed a thing.    Cooperstown is supposed to be the pinnacle of youth baseball, an experience that these kids will treasure for a lifetime and something I was not willing to rob any of them of regardless of our win / lose record.    I never thought I owed anything to the families of our team beyond Cooperstown but I knew I owed them that and I wasn’t willing to trade friendships and loyalty for any amount of wins.

A few years ago I connected with a former teammate of mine and was deeply touched and profoundly impacted by a simple conversation on Facebook messenger.  I am sure Jamie doesn’t know how much he impacted me but it was significant and I would like to thank him for doing so.   Jamie (James) Mills reached out to me on Facebook and just wanted to say hi to an old friend never thinking about the impact that a simple message would have on me.   When I played with Jamie he was an extremely good baseball player the one I thought as a young kid could be a professional, the one I thought could really become a famous baseball player.  Jamie was a big kid for his age, hit home runs and threw the ball so hard my mom had to cut up a sponge so I could put it in my catcher mitt so my hand could handle the abuse.  Jamie and I didn’t go to the same high school, didn’t socialize in the same friend circles and haven’t seen each other since we were 12 years old because I went and played baseball at a different park.  When I look back on my baseball career the glowing memory or thing that I remember the most was that I was Jamie’s catcher.  In my mind I identified my entire baseball memory as the kid that caught the best stud pitcher in the area, his success was my success.  During our brief Facebook messenger conversation I mentioned to Jamie that my son plays baseball and I asked him what became of his baseball career, thinking he might have played in college or maybe the pros.  This was his response that for some reason affected me so much… You mentioned playing ball with your son making you think of the past, I honest feel that when you were my catcher I had the most fun and pitched my best games. I never amounted to much after that (as far as baseball is concerned). I used to wish I went farther in baseball but I think I was just meant to be a soldier and a pilot”.

In the moments after reading Jamie’s message I realized I had no idea how many games we won or lost, I have no idea what my batting average was nor could I begin to tell you the details of any game I played in with Jaime.   What I did know is that it was the experience with Jaime that was forged in my memory, it was the friendship that was created and that will never be forgotten.    Jaime didn’t talk about our record or stats his first description of our playing days was “fun”.  As a coach I constantly struggle with the pull of competition, winning and my competitive spirit but I often find myself remembering a short Facebook message from a friend I once played with a long time ago to help guide me.   I know I have not always made the right decisions as a coach but I know deep down I have tried my best to manage the expectations of 12 kids, 24 parents,  step parents and some grandparents.   It isn’t easy being a youth coach but I haven’t regretted it a day and if asked to do all over again I would say yes faster than a Nolan Ryan heater.  I want to say thank you to all the players and parents that have allowed me to play a small role in their lives.


Worthless Americans…


A National Disgrace

Recently the ass hat Colin Kaepernick has decided that the lives of men and women who have given and are wiling to give the ultimate sacrifice aren’t deserving of his respect.   I find the lack of respect for our country and Kaepernick’s fellow Americans completely disgusting and reprehensible.   This vile action is spreading across the country like the zika virus.   From overpaid whinny professional athletes, pathetically useless millennials to our youth disrespecting our country, our people and our flag has become the “IN” thing and it is F#(k!N& sick.    This conduct has led to the complete dissolve for the rule of law and caused much of the chaotic happenings that has inhabited weaker minds in America.  Most aren’t even sure what they are protesting other than their lives suck without the thought that it is maybe because of their actions that their lives suck.

Regardless of your opinion of how you feel about what is happening in your country today, you still need to stand up and respect it.   Americans have fought and died for EVERYONE to have rights, from African Americans to all women not just white men.  More than a hundred years ago hundreds of thousands of WHITE MEN died to give African American’s their freedom.   Think about that for a moment…. White people died for Black people in America…..dead-soldier-antietam359,528 Americans died fighting for the freedom of enslaved blacks in America, these people deserve your respect and for you to stand for the Anthem.  It was the love of country that made segregation obsolete, thousands of white American men and women stood up for equal rights of all people and these are the people we should stand for when the national anthem is played .  It was for love of country that made America a better place for all not a perfect place or ideal place.

We all know that America is not a perfect place and it never will be, because “perfect” has a different meaning to each of us.   What America offers is the pursuit of happiness and the opportunity to be anything you want to be.  America does not guarantee or insure your success or happiness.   This ability to be whoever you want is never more evident than in our outgoing president.  The day America elected a biracial man named Barack Hussein Obama is the point where we can no longer claim that opportunity doesn’t exist.  Some may have to work harder for opportunity, some may hit roadblocks, some may feel like the deck is stacked against them but at-least in this America they have a seat at the table.

Those who aren’t willing to stand for the national anthem are misguided fools who have no idea of the history that has led us to this point and the sacrifices Americans have made.  The new brand of worthless Americans don’t realize that they are not standing in affirmation to what is happening but are offering respect to what has happened.   To all the Colin Kaepernick’s, Mike Evan’s and countless other Americans that are unwilling to support and honor the country that provides you the very blanket of freedom to do stupid shit, I say F#(% YOU…  protestFor whatever lame bullshit excuse you decide that disrespecting America in some public fashion is a good idea, why don’t you go try that shit in a VFW, Arlington cemetery or other place where those is attendance will pull your pants down and spank you right there if front of everyone for being the spoiled little disrespectful brat you are.. If there is a better country with more opportunity in it, I suggest you go there….  I will personally purchase the one way ticket for you.  God bless America and oh by the way… Merry Christmas.