Of course, I am praying for Josh Hamilton…

Last Wednesday night I cried. And I prayed. And I asked God for comfort. But not for myself.

I was talking to him about Josh Hamilton.

If you have spent any significant time around me the last few years, then you know how much of a fan I am of my brother in Christ. The story popped up on my time line last Wednesday that Hamilton was meeting with Major League Baseball officials regarding a disciplinary issue. Despite his past, my first assumption was NOT that this was drug related. I did not know what to make of it. I just knew I needed to pray.

Then the story dropped, which has yet to be officially confirmed. Hamilton suffered a relapse. My heart sank. Supposedly the relapsed involved at least cocaine and alcohol. That is when the tears started. Hamilton’s “Beyond Belief” is one of my favorite books. A few years ago after reading Coach Tony Dungy’s “Quiet Strength” I became very intrigued with reading about the lives of others, particularly fellow believers in Christ. I was enamored and always floored by the paths some people had taken to get to where they are now or were. I was amazed to see how God weaved different situations into their lives to pull out the best results. Their stories were a sheer testament to the goodness of God and how He continues to watch over and protect us even we are causing destruction in our own lives.

What I loved so much about Hamilton’s book was his honesty. He was very open about his struggles. Hamilton started in detail from his childhood days growing up as a youngster who could throw and hit harder than most teenagers to the path that lead him to become engulfed in the drug culture. From the outside looking in, it was hard to see how this could happen. From the outside looking in, Hamilton had everything you needed to be successful: a two parent household, a loving family, great people skills and an enourmous amount of athletic talent that rivaled my other favorite baseball player, Ken Griffey, Jr.

None of that was enough to keep Hamilton from straying off the path that had been laid out for him by others. As many of you know, Hamilton became addicted to cocaine, struggled with alcohol consumption and was out of Major League Baseball for three years. It is a story that was well documented during my time at North Carolina State which is located in Hamilton’s hometown. The story soon turned from tragedy to triumph as Hamilton battled his demons to find himself back on the field and excelling at the sport he dominated in his youth.

Hamilton has never been one to shy away from sharing his story. He has continued to provide, in detail, what he has gone through and the only way he ever explains being able to overcome those demons is by simply saying, “It’s a God thing.”

So Wednesday night hurt. I do not have to know Hamilton to know that he has been living his life to genuinely please God. So Wednesday night hurt. I do not have to know Hamilton to draw inspiration from him. So Wednesday night hurt. I do not have to know Hamilton to know that for as hurt as I am, he probably feels a thousand times worse.

It is easy to sit around and chastise Hamilton but it takes a bigger person to not pass judgement. This is a guy who willingly went to the MLB officials and admitted his wrong doing. We all have things we struggle with. While it may not be drugs, it is something that can in turn be a “drug” for us. My heart goes out to Hamilton and I will continue to pray for his recovery. I am fully believing it will happen. The same God who pulled him out the last time can pull him out again.

#GODis

Another black eye for MLB…

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Last week I posted about how Major League Baseball’s All-Star festivities are not very exciting anymore and then boom, the hammer fell on them, again, yesterday. Milwaukee Brewers slugger and 2011 National League MVP, Ryan Braun, was suspended without pay for the remainder of the season. This comes as no real surprise. The only real surprise was the way in which Braun lied repeatedly about his involvement. Very Lance Armstrong-esque.

You know, maybe this is why the game is not very appealing anymore for me. It is full of liars, cheaters and folks who will do anything to get ahead in this game. For as many players as there are in the league who are clean and are not using performance enhancing drugs(PEDs), there are probably that many that are. They just have not been caught. You can not help but sit and wonder how many players from the past used PEDs but were not caught. You also have to wonder when did your natural ability become not good enough in this league. There are very few players that will make it to baseball’s big leagues. So to actually make it on to a team should be considered a blessing. Yes, everyone wants to win. Yes, everyone wants to be a World Series champion. Yes, everyone wants to be remembered as one of the greats. The reality is everyone will not. What is wrong with that? Everyone can not have the same role. If they did, the game would be very boring.

It is a shame that there are so many players who are more concerned about self than the integrity of the game. I think Curt Schilling summed it up best when he said, “Basically what you are seeing is professional athletes choosing the money over integrity and their legacy.” What a shame. I guess A-Rod is next….

 

Until next time….TOODELLS.

About tonight’s MLB All-Star game…

The Major League Baseball All-Star game is tonight. Are you excited? I am not and this used to be my favorite of all the all-star games.

For some reason, the MLB All-Star game has lost its luster. At least in my world. I remember the days when I could not wait to see Ken Griffey, Jr send 10+ balls over the wall during the Home Run Derby. I still have some of his Derbys on VHS.  I remember the days when I could not wait to see all my favorite players on the diamond at one time: Jeff Bagwell, “The Big Unit” Randy Johnson, “The Big Hurt” Frank Thomas, Rickey Henderson, Fred McGriff, Mike Piazza, “Pudge” Rodriquez, the list goes on.

The game has not changed. There are still great players on the diamond that I enjoy watching: Josh Hamilton, Miguel Cabrera, Matt Kemp, Stephen Strasburg, Bryce Harper, Elvis Andrus, the list goes on. However, something has changed for me where this game is concerned. I can not put my finger on it. I did not even realize something had changed until yesterday when I had no desire to watch the Derby. Then I realized that I have not been keeping up with baseball the way I normally do. That is when it got real. I am going to have to do some internal investigating.

 

Until next time…TOODELLS

Thank You Mr. Robinson!!

Jackie Robinson signing his contract with the Brooklyn Dodgers {Source: Google Images}
Jackie Robinson signing his contract with the Brooklyn Dodgers
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On this day, 66 years ago, the landscape of Major League Baseball(MLB) was forever changed. On this day, 66 years go, starting at first base for the Brooklyn Dodgers was Jack Roosevelt “Jackie” Robinson. On this day, 66 years ago, Robinson became the first black man to break through baseball’s elusive color line.

I had every intention of going to see 42, the movie about Robinson’s life, on Friday. However, unforseen circumstances prevented me from attending opening night. And I still have not managed to make it to the theater. This is a movie that I have been excited about for months. As a black woman, I am beaming with pride at the fact that a film depicting the  true story of an American legend, who happens to be black, is being shown all across the world. 66 years ago, who would have thought that would ever be a reality?

In 1997, in what I think is one of the most significant moments in baseball history, MLB retired the number 42 across the league. No other players, other than the players that were currently wearing the number 42, would ever wear that number again. EVER. The significance of that transcends beyond baseball. It recognizes a man for not only what he did for baseball but what he did for this country. The Civil Rights Movement had yet to begin in the United States and here was a man who willingly put his life on the line, literally. Was it a popular decision? Of course not. Was there outrage? Of course there was. Were there people who thought there were other players in the Negro League more deserving of being the first? Certainly. 66 years later, all of that is a moot point.

On April 15, 2004, MLB Commissioner Bud Selig officially declared April 15 to be Jackie Robinson Day. Often called the most significant moment in MLB history, Selig stated that “by establishing April 15 as ‘Jackie Robinson Day’ throughout Major League Baseball, we are further ensuring that the incredible contributions and sacrifices he made — for baseball and society — will not be forgotten.” At the end of this baseball season, whenever the New York Yankees finish their season, the last remaining player wearing number 42, Mariano Rivera, will retire. It is fitting that Rivera, a Latin American player who is arguably the greatest closer the game has ever seen, will do his final curtain call wearing the number that means so much to not only blacks but Latin American players as well. In 2011, Rivera called it a privilege and an honor to wear number 42 because of what Jackie represents for us(Latin American players). 66 years ago, who knew that Robinson’s impact would not only be felt in North America but on other continents as well.

So here we are, 66 years later and the impact that Robinson has had on MLB and the world is still being felt in 2013. The next generation is learning about him; what he stood for and the tremendous impact he had on race relations. Those already familiar with his story are having their memories refreshed and are often times learning new tidbits about Robinson. And those that were around in 1947 are recalling what that moment was like for American History. 66 years ago, blacks could not drink out of the same water fountain as whites. 66 years ago, black soldiers, who had served their country during World War II, were treated like second class citizens by the country they fought to defend. 66 years ago, there were black men who were beaten, ridiculed, heckled and lynched because of the color of their skin. 66 years ago, a black man stood courageously at first base as his fellow Americans hurled insults at him and questioned his right to play “their game.” 66 years later, a black man’s bold stance against inequality has resulted in him being called a legend. A hero. An American Treasure.

Thank you Mr. Robinson!!! Happy Jackie Robinson Day!!!

Mr. & Mrs. Jackie Robinson {Source: Google Images}
Mr. & Mrs. Jackie Robinson
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Mrs. Rachel Robinson with the last major league player ever to wear #42, Mariano Rivera {Source: Google Images}
Mrs. Rachel Robinson with the last major league player ever to wear #42, Mariano Rivera
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