The Benchwarmer – Prologue

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Edited by: Curt Ashcraft (@cashcraft740)

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Disclaimer – The events contained in the following posts may or may not have actually happened. The names of individuals and institutions may or may not have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. What I mean by this is that every word is true, and that the people and institutions in question are absolutely real. I’m not protecting anybody.

Ladies and gentlemen,

For the first time, Our Sports Report is going to tell a different kind of story. Curt is the master of finding inspirational stories throughout the world of sports, stories that melt the heart and make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I, on the other hand, don’t really seem to find stories as much as I stumble across them. Such was the way that I came across the series of stories that I’m about to tell.

This post will officially kick off a series of posts entitled “The Benchwarmer”. The Benchwarmer is me, and I will be telling the story of my one season riding the pine for The Ohio State University baseball team…and by The Ohio State University I mean OSU-Mansfield. I had you going for a second there didn’t I?

Now I know what you’re thinking. Who really gives a crap about possibly the worst player on the baseball team of some regional campus of one of the largest Universities in the country? Probably nobody, but that’s the point. Nothing I say here is going to ruin anybody’s career or burn any bridges because for me, no bridges exist. I am long gone from the campus of OSU-Mansfield, and so is everyone else that I may or may not mention in subsequent posts. So I figured why not? Let’s have some fun with this thing!

Now I also know what else you might be thinking, because Curt asked me this very same question: Are you writing this just to get back at your coach for not giving you enough playing time? The answer is no. Let me be very clear…I was/am a terrible baseball player. If I’m being completely honest, I probably played more than I should have during my season with the team. Could coach have been a little more upfront with the fact that I would basically be a glorified bullpen catcher? Sure. Then maybe I wouldn’t have worked so hard and just had fun with my time there. But can I really grind any sort of axe with him because I didn’t play much? Not at all.

Now I don’t want to seem ungrateful either. The fact that coach took a flying chance on a nothing player like myself meant that I got to spend quite a few weekends on the road and I got the opportunity to work on baseball fundamentals much earlier than everybody else in my summer softball league…that’s right, I had spring training for softball. Pathetic? Absolutely. Am I ashamed? Absolutely not.

At any rate, I hope you enjoy some of the goofy stories that I have to tell over the coming days and weeks. If you find them entertaining, send them to your friends. If they suck and you think this is all just a waste of time, let me know in the comments section below. That doesn’t mean that I’ll quit writing them, but it’s nice to know that you’re at least reading these babies.

Until next time, enjoy your day and your week.


The Benchwarmer