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Remember when you were a kid? When we’re young, there’s no limit as to what we think we can accomplish. A lot of kids dream of being doctors, lawyers, or even the President. My aspirations as a child were nowhere near as exciting.
When I was a kid, I thought the perfect job was to be the guy who made slushees at K-Mart. My logic was pretty solid, because I figured that would mean I’d get all the free slushees that my heart could ever desire. Much to my mother’s approval, I’ve now gone on to dreaming about accomplishing much more in my life. Besides, I can make as many slurpees as I’d like at 7-Eleven. It’s not quite the same, but it’s good enough.
It’s always fun to hear about what kids want to be when they grow up. At a recent family function, my mom asked a few of my little cousins what they wanted to be when they grow up. One of my cousins said that she wants to be a teacher, whereas the other wants to bake cakes.
The common theme seems to be that kids want to find careers that make them happy. Obviously, not everyone grows up to be what they want to be. Although it would be nice, it’s not always likely or realistic. As I’ve gotten older, my career path doesn’t matter as much to me.
Sure, I’d still like to get a job using my journalism degree (whether that’s working in radio or as a writer), but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I don’t. I’m at the point now that when I ‘grow up,’ I just want to be happy.
So I arrived late this morning in Phoenix, not sure what to expect. The MLB Fan Cave has done a wonderful job keeping all the fun twists and turns a surprise, and while I won’t give away all their secrets, I’ll do my best to let you know how things are going.
It was a very surreal experience getting a chance to meet face to face with people who I felt like have been my fans for so long. You’d think that with having 30 people from quite the variety of backgrounds would lead to some sort of conflict, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. There’s a lot of people in my life that I’ve known longer than these guys and girls, but I don’t feel nearly as close to them. I’m sure that part of it has to do with the fact that we’ve bonded so much in the past few weeks, experiencing every twist and turn together along the way. The fact that over half of us regularly chat until 3, 4 or 5 in the morning every day probably doesn’t hurt, either.
With all of the stuff we’re doing, it’s difficult to realize all of the awesome things that are going on here. It’s definitely something that I’m not taking for granted, and it certainly won’t be anything I’ll ever forget. That’s not the only thing I’m going to take away from this, though. I’m trying to constantly remind myself that this process if giving me a chance to make my dreams come true. This is why I worked two jobs and 60 hours a week during college, it’s why I’ve spent countless hours, days and nights listening and watching baseball games. Will my dream of being a baseball broadcaster or writer ever come true? Only time will tell, but if I strike out, you better believe I’ll strike out swinging.
When you were little, what did you want to be? Much to my mother’s dismay, my earliest dream job was to be the guy who made slushies at K-Mart. No, it wasn’t a glamorous thought, but my logic was perfect for that of a five-year old.
I knew how excited and happy I was when my mom would let me get a slushie (similar to a slurped from 7-eleven in case you’re not aware), and I not only wanted to indulge in what I thought would be a never ending supply of free slushies, but I wanted to be able to have means to make everyone else happy, too. Looking back on it, my dream has always been to make as many people in my life as happy as I can. Thanks to the MLB Fan Cave, Major League Baseball is essentially giving me an opportunity to do just that.
If I make it to New York, I’ll have the opportunity to show my passion of the game (and obviously the Tigers) on a national stage. Once there, I’m going to do everything I can to put a smile on the face of every baseball fan and show kids that you should always chase your dreams. Perhaps then I’ll get the chance to bring happiness to baseball fans across the world. Sure, I wouldn’t be making slushies, but it’d still be a dream come true.
There’s a lot of debate going on about what’s making us finalists qualified for the Fan Cave. I’m here to set the record straight about myself, and share with you why I deserve to go to New York.
First things first, I’m first and foremost a baseball fan. I’m the kind of guy that spends the entire offseason proposes trades to friends and family, trying to think like a general manager. There’s no offseason for a fan, at least not for me. I spent the winter coming up with projections about player statistics, and I am close to putting the finishing touches on a new type of fantasy baseball league which I created. Baseball is a passion for me, and I’m happy to share my love of the game with the anyone who has a minute to spare.
With that being said, I don’t want you to think I’m just some baseball statistic nerd. I’ve always enjoyed being social with people, especially when I get the opportunity to meet someone new. If I make it to the MLB Fan Cave, I can promise you that I will do everything in my ability to put a smile on your face. I know how to give and take a joke, and refuse to take myself too seriously.
It’s always been my lifelong dream to work for Major League Baseball. I don’t know how many 25 year olds have shagging fly balls at the Home Run Derby and broadcast an inning of a Tigers game (on either TV or radio) on their bucket list, but I do. For me, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Baseball is beautiful, it’s poetry in motion. The more you appreciate all of the fine intricacies, the more you really understand it. So many people spend their whole lives trying to figure out what they want to do, or what they want to be. Not me, I figured that out a long time ago. Unfortunately, the destination is difficult to arrive at.
So I ask of you, please give me a chance to make a lifelong dream come true. I’ll do my best to make you proud.