"Yo before I start this blog I just want to thank everybody for being so patient and bearing with me over these last 41 days while I figure this shit out"
One of the hardest things any players has to do is change positions. Some players adapt fairly well
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| Former Gold Glove SS A-Rod is a solid MLB 3B |
others try really hard but are just ill suited to ever become serviceable
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| Murphy at 2B? - hay dios - Horrible |
and then you have the drama queens who begrudgingly move to a new spot
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| Hanley Rameriz "Diva" |
Reasons most players hate "moving" to a new position include but are not limited to:
- Ego and Pride
- Prestige and Entitlement
- Selfish
- Asshole
- Confidence
- Effects their hitting - Mental
- Pressure
- Fear of Embarrassment
- Admitting your walking the Softball Green Mile
- All the Above and more
but the recession and a long 6 month unemployment spell forced me to take a temporary assignment during tax season in Jersey City. I've tried really hard to be professional about the whole thing but the truth is I have had to swallow my ego as it has involved a non glamorous position consisting of
- Long hours - I'm lazy at this job as I average like only 60-65 hours a week plus weekends
- Less pay
- Data entry and Horrible technology
- Customer service ass kissing bullshit
- New field - I don't know shit about cost basis accounting
- Boring, check that beyond boring
- Frustration - Mr Ronda your not the man anymore
- Keeping my big fat mouth shut and swallowing my ego
- and worse of all playing a lot less softball
I've been sad, edgy, and overwhelmed throughout this experience, but sometimes you just have to take one for the team
and swallow your pride and change positions in life.
Needless to say, this new gig has consumed me as I haven't written a blog in 41 days. However, I will not let this or any job take me prisoner anymore and take away the things I love. I love this blog and the writers block is over. Time to remind everyone that it is more than just a game.
Holler!!!!!!!!!!!!
Playyyyyyyyyyyy Ballllllllllllll!
ReplyDeleteSurvival is the first talent of any good ballplayer Rick. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteWelcome back
ReplyDeleteYou're a great man Ricky. Things will get better. They always do.
ReplyDeletepeace
jack
Holla
ReplyDeleteBallaz back
ReplyDeleteYou are a victim of your own stupefying narcissism and self-entitlement.
ReplyDelete"Non-glamorous-job?" Who are you Brad Pitt? Welcome to the 99%. You are gonna get what you can, when you can, for whatever the man will give you. Be ready to kiss someone's ass to keep it.
You are pissed because you don't have time to play softball? You and your "damn good analysts" were so damn good the industry collapsed and put millions of good people out of work and out of their homes. Instead of looking for a softball game you should first be in church asking for forgiveness and second, a place where you can volunteer to help those whose lives you and your peers trashed. Do any volunteering since you got laid off?
Anonymous - lame. If you're gonna trash someone, no matter how misguided, put your name on it.
ReplyDeleteName on it beach
ReplyDeleteSorry, my comments may have been misguided and were uncalled for without attribution. I was incendiary and hyper-sensitive to certain issues raised, that was my problem and I hope there has been no harm.
ReplyDeleteWELL SAID MR. ANONYMOUS. shut up and work ricky. SOFTBALL IS A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT YOU. MR. MAGOO
ReplyDeletebrad pitt where you at?.
ReplyDeleteAt least they give you dual monitors - nice!
ReplyDeleteMore please
ReplyDeleteOK you wanted bashing and trashing here it is. I walk with the people, my friends, I don't sit in front of dual monitors sipping cappucino and complaining about my company reimbursed lunch from Sushi Samba. My pre-game meal was PB&J and Yoo-Hoo. The man never let me dress casual, I sweated out every day in my Sears-sucker suit and Bostonians. Then I had to change into my scratchy worsted wool softball uniform in a sticky company bathroom while some idiot begged me to give him a golden shower. I never swung a $349 DeMarucci softball bat, I swung wood with nails in the handle and barbed wire on the barrel, babies. Because that's the only way we did it. All of you bitches, that's right, all of you bitches better stop complaining and start thanking guys like me who paved the way so you whining idiots could frolic on city-owned parkland and eat your avocado salad or whatever kind of crap you leave laying around for the working man to clean up. That's it. You don't want to hear from me again. Believe it.
ReplyDeleteI love this guy. come on prick i mean rick. one more blog please.
ReplyDeleteMore please
ReplyDeleteStill waiting
ReplyDeleteI think he is scurd.
ReplyDeleteWhen the game was real cost basis accounting was to give the guy in charge of the gang 10 bucks, on account of without that cost your car was gonna get stripped to its basis. My ass cost basis accounting.
ReplyDeleteOMG. Still no blogging.
ReplyDeleteSad
just waiting........
ReplyDeleteYou told me its coming so I'm ready
ReplyDeleteThis is becoming unhealthy
ReplyDeleteHello
ReplyDeleteAnyone here