There is perhaps no greater honor a team can bestow upon a player than to immortalize them with their very own bobble head. Oh sure, Rolex watches, Player of the Month, Cy Young, Silver Slugger, and MVP trophies are great and all but they do not hold a candle to seeing a small figurine with an enlarged head bobbing up and down to bring a player joy.
Some players wait an entire career hoping, no praying, that the team will select them as one of the bobble head stadium giveaways. Other players see their dreams materialize early in their careers when they are awarded a bobble head.
Have you ever had one of those days when you wake up and think, “This is going to be the best day of my life!” then within 30 minutes you feel like you took a Randy Johnson fastball in the back for crowding the plate? Today was one of those days for me.
Thirty-one years ago today I married my best friend, the mother of my children, and the most amazing woman I have ever known. She has stood beside me through the good times, the bad times, and even the crazy times. She nursed me back to health after four shoulder surgeries and was there to comfort me when I realized my playing days were behind me. In short, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. There was only one small problem; I forgot that was today.
I received an invitation from Fox Sports Arizona to be their guest in their suite at the Arizona Diamondbacks game last night against the Colorado Rockies. Normally I am not a suite kind of guy, I somehow feel disconnected from the game and like the comfort of Section 132 Row 9. Before I could decline their generous offer I was told it wasn’t just hanging out watching a baseball game.