Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Hey Parents.....Your kid sucks

     Now that I have your attention, I must qualify that it is not the child's fault that he is terrible at (enter sport).  It has everything to do with you.

     I have been coaching an 11 U select baseball team for about 4 months now and I am finding some disturbing trends among parents and their relationships with their children.  I have found that (a) parents exponentially over value the talent of their child, (b) cannot separate the emotions they feel during the game with that of their child's, (c) find it necessary to inject their opinions and/or suggestions for the team because they pay money to be part of the organization, (d) severely hinder and stunt their child's progress and passion for the sport they play. 

     Here are my suggestions and solutions to what I've described above, and in the end, I will explain to why these are necessary in order for your child to love to play the sport he or she is involved in and hopefully they won't hate you by the time they are 16 years of age.

1.  Your child will only go as far as they love what they do

This not only applies to sports but life in general.  Support what they love and are interested in, not what you think they should be involved in.  You had a childhood now let your kid have theirs.

2.  You weren't that good of a player (i.e. high school sports)

Most parents have an idea that they excelled in the sport they competed in high school.  However, hindsight is 20/20.  In the grand scheme of things you really weren't that great so stop telling your kid you were.  They don't need to live up to your lies

3.  Leave your child alone during competition

Your child is out on the field competing and does not need any added pressure from you telling them what they should or should not do.  Save it for after the game, and if it is not constructive, keep it to yourself.  Your insights on their play are usually driven by emotion and passion and typically come off as confrontational.  They have enough pressure as it is, they don't need more from you.

4.  Let the coaches coach

Did you sign up to coach?  Did you volunteer your time away from your family to help others?  If not, you don't have a say.  Yes, you may have coached Rec league or "daddy ball" but in no way does that qualify you to give me any suggestions as far as lineup, playing time, and direction of team.  If you don't like it, leave.    You don't have to stay and have every right to go somewhere else.  If that's how you feel, then I'd rather you leave than be a distraction to our team.  (And typically this element comes from parents whose child is the least talented)

5.  Let your child enjoy the process

Sports are a never ending process of learning, whether it be social or fundamental.  There's an inherent value to the social and fundamental construct of sports.  These early years of athletics can be unbelievably valuable for your child's social abilities in the future.

People often ask what my parents' role was in my climb to professional baseball.  I tell those people that my parents were supportive of my love of baseball and gave me every opportunity to succeed.  My father was a football coach and knew nothing of baseball and my mother did not play sports in high school.  Whether I played a great game or terrible game, my parents always treated me with support and love.  They never "pushed" me in any way and anything that I accomplished was because of my own desires and their support. They had complete trust in my coaches and I was very lucky to have great ones along the way.  So, when you look at your child and you see a major league baseball player or professional football player, understand that they may think of themselves as something very very different.  It's not about you, and if it is, it's probably the reason your kid sucks.  Parents: don't be the reason for your kid's failures, they're under enough pressure already

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Baseball Perspective: Josh Hamilton AL MVP

Baseball Perspective: Josh Hamilton AL MVP: " This past week, Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers was awarded the Most Valuable Player for the American League. This week, the best b..."

Josh Hamilton AL MVP

     This past week, Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers was awarded the Most Valuable Player for the American League.  This week, the best baseball player I have ever seen in person was named MVP.

     It is a story of redemption, trials and tribulations.  It is a story of glory and of hell.  Josh Hamilton was a first round pick of the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and first pick overall in the 1999 MLB amateur draft.  What started as a lucrative and promising career was quickly shattered due to alcohol and drug addiction.  His recovery and struggle to get back into baseball has been well chronicled by others and is well known by mainstream baseball fans.  But earlier this week he stood alone, with the demons behind him, as the best player in baseball.

     I'd like to share a story as to why this makes me very happy.  In 2000, I was a relief pitcher for the Asheville Tourists baseball club in Asheville, NC.  At that time, we were the Single A affiliate of the Colorado Rockies.  We had an upcoming homestand against the Charleston River Dogs from Charleston, SC of which Josh Hamilton was the big prospect.  We all knew of the hype, we saw Josh on multiple covers of Baseball America and many other sports magazines in America.  We all knew that he'd been chosen to be the next Mickey Mantle.  What we didn't know is that we were about to witness an 18 year old kid hit and throw like no one had seen before.

     What started as an ordinary everyday batting practice soon turned into a spectacle of none other.  Before I get into that, let me remind you of the unmatched home run display Josh Hamilton put on in the 2008 Home Run Derby where he proceed to launch 28 home runs in a row consistently over 400 feet in length.  Now with that in mind, imagine watching an 18 year old kid out of high school do the same.  I remember much of our team staying on the field to witness the hype and he did not disappoint.  I remember the quickness and grace of his left-handed swing.  I remember the sound of the ball coming off his bat, like the crack of a shotgun.  I remember the majestic flight of the balls as they flew farther and father over the fences.  To that point in my career I had not seen such effortless power from a hitter and I have not seen it matched since.  The only thought in my mind while observing this was hoping that I didn't have to face him on the mound.  The doubts of his hype quickly dissipated as the reality of what we were witnessing set in.

     Not only is Josh Hamilton a rare talent as a hitter but defensively he is as well.  He had been known to throw 95mph as a pitcher in high school and to steal bases at his own will.  During the series of which I had first witnessed Josh Hamilton, one of our hitters hit a ball into the gap between the right and center fielder.  Josh was in center that day and chased down the ball as it one-hopped the wall.  Our hitter, now base runner, had rounded first and was on his way to second with what was thought as an easy double.  Josh grabbed the ball on the hop, turned and fired a missile to the shortstop covering second base.  The easy double had turned into being thrown out by ten feet.  The ball was thrown on a line and probably was never higher than six feet off the ground.  I had seen strong arms before but not like that.  This was a Randy Johnson fastball at a distance of 225 feet.  Suffice to say, it was very impressive.

     As the series against Charleston ended, I was left with the feeling that I had seen the next great Major League Baseball player.  This kid was a slam dunk to be a perennial All-Star and future Hall of Famer.  As the years went on, Josh Hamilton's skills and chances for greatness surely eroded due to drugs and alcohol.  What had been such a promising talent was now a complete waste.  It was disheartening to think that we would not be witness to such greatness on the baseball diamond.  I couldn't believe that that talent would not be used to its potential.  Luckily,  he turned his life around.  He found something to break the cycle of abuse whether it was his faith and family or the love of the game, probably both.  Anyhow,  whatever it was, it has allowed us as baseball fans to witness a special player.  He is the type of the player that comes around once in a few generations.  I hated to see the waste of such talent, as a former player it ate me up inside.  But, I'm glad to see that it will not be wasted and we will be able observe this baseball rarity.  I will enjoy Texas Rangers games for years to come because of him.  And now, in the backyard when my sons and I are playing ball they want to be Josh Hamilton, and that's just fine by me.


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Top of the 1st

     Well, I guess this is as good a place to start as any. Let me introduce myself.  My name is Colin Young, I played 9 seasons of professional baseball from 1999-2007.  I was drafted in the 9th round by the Colorado Rockies in the 1999 MLB amateur baseball draft out of Fordham University in the Bronx, NY.  I had a pretty successful minor league career with some ups and downs, but from my vantage point, mostly ups.  I feel extremely humbled and lucky to achieve what I have in professional baseball.

Pensacola Pelicans vs. El Paso Diablos 2007

     First off, I love baseball.  I don't love it like a fan loves it, it is me.  It has been my life since the age of five.  I knew at that age I would be a professional baseball player.  People think that it is ridiculous at the age of five that you would know what you want to be, but I lived the dream.  Actually, it wasn't a dream, it was a belief.  It consumed my every day being.  I haven't gone one day in my life without thinking about the game.  People have passions for all sorts of things in life, baseball just happens to be mine.

     I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts called West Newbury.  It is a town of about 4,000 people, nestled in the woods in the northeast part of the state.  My friends and I would play backyard baseball almost every weekend we could.  Everything we did as children involved the game whether it be from wiffle ball, a pick up game, card trading, video games, or watching baseball on TV.  I'm not sure why it was that way, but all I know is that I was pretty lucky to have a group of friends that loved it just as much as I did.  We played the game because it was fun.

     I currently live in McKinney, TX where I am a baseball instructor at Frozen Ropes.  I recently got back into instruction because I find it very rewarding and fulfilling.  After retiring in 2007,  I worked in the Oil and Gas industry as a Landman here in Texas as well as an Estimator/Project Manager for a commercial construction company.  While these careers may sound all well and good,  they did not fill the void that was left after retiring from baseball.  I am at a point now where I want to do something that is fulfilling, rewarding, and on my terms.  Baseball has always provided these qualities in my life, so now I am on the pursuit for them once more.  I may not be able the throw the ball like I used to, but maybe I can shed some light on a player's perspective of the game.

Photo courtesy of Stewart Smith Photography
Portland Sea Dogs 2004

     This blog is not intended to be about me, so I will keep this introduction brief.  My intent is to deliver my opinion and analysis on issues in baseball and the state of the game today.  I hope that you come to enjoy reading my blogs and maybe see a different side of the game you haven't seen or read before.  I am not much of a statistical person, you will not see numbers on here that will make your head spin.  But, I am also learning to be more open to that aspect of analysis.  I will show you a more human side to the game based on my experiences with professional baseball.  I hope all you enjoy what is to come.  I welcome any feedback to postings (positive and negative), and any questions you may have.  My first post will be up shortly.  Thanks for stopping by.

Best Regards,

Colin Young