
Job In Sports Not So Far-Fetched

This edition of Will Leitch's column, Will's World,
first appeared in the August 17 edition of Sporting News magazine. If you are not receiving the magazine, subscribe today, or pick up a copy, available at most Barnes & Noble, Borders and Hudson Retail outlets.↵↵Last issue, I asked you to come up with↵the sports you’d most want to play↵professionally. As I probably should have↵suspected, baseball and golf were the↵overwhelming winners. The reasons are↵obvious: Neither sport requires much↵running, and neither involves huge people↵punching you or tackling you. Makes sense.↵This is Sporting News, not Runner’s World.↵
↵↵The notion of that column was simple and↵fanciful: Obviously, you and I would never↵actually work in the world of sports. You↵have a real job; I type quickly enough to make↵people think I do. I pretty much assumed↵the St. Louis Cardinals wouldn’t keep my↵resume on file.↵
↵↵But last month, Mets general manager↵Omar Minaya called out New York Daily News↵reporter Adam Rubin for writing negative↵stories about the Mets after having asked↵about a job with the team. Note: I know↵Rubin and think he’s an outstanding↵reporter, and Minaya later had to apologize.↵(Twice.) But I don’t really care about that. I↵had no idea you could just ask for a job with a↵team. I assumed that door was closed to the↵rest of us and had been for some time.↵
↵↵As a youth league baseball player, around 12↵or 13, I was an above-average defensive catcher↵but too small to bat higher than eighth in the↵order, and my arm was too weak to throw out↵any baserunner who didn’t fall down. If I had↵the potential to make it to the big leagues, I’d↵certainly need to already be the best player↵in Mattoon, Ill., and I was a far cry from↵that. This seemed obvious to me, and I was↵surprised it didn’t seem obvious to my dad.↵
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↵“Dad, let’s face it,” I said, trying to sound↵knowing and world-wise, the way adults↵talked when they were in the other room↵drinking margaritas while we kids were↵playing Nintendo and pretending we↵couldn’t hear them. “I’m never going to be a↵major leaguer. It’s just not realistic.”↵
↵↵My father, then just 37, a little older than↵I am now, looked a little tired, slower, a little↵vacant when I said that. Now that I think↵about it, it seems like we played a lot less↵catch after that, a lot less than we used to.↵
↵↵They say all sportswriters secretly want↵to be athletes, and having played in media↵softball leagues in New York, I can confirm↵this to be true. But I know I’m never going↵to play baseball professionally. I’ve accepted↵that. (Finally.) But you can just go up ask↵teams for jobs? Baseball teams are hiring?↵Sweet! John Mozeliak, general manager↵of the Cardinals, consider this my open↵application letter. I won’t even pull an Adam↵Rubin and write terrible things about your↵team. That’s an awful job interview.↵
↵↵I even know what job I want: Jeff Murphy’s↵job. Jeff Murphy (pictured above) is the bullpen catcher for↵the Cardinals. Last week, a reader named↵Matt, responding to the sports job question,↵summed up why bullpen catcher is the best↵job in sports: “I would get to visit various↵different professional ballparks in various↵cities, I would get to see baseball games live↵almost every day during the baseball season,↵I would get to hang out with real stars, and↵I would get to wear a team uniform. I would↵never be at fault for any of my team’s failures↵but would be able to celebrate when the team↵accomplishes something. I could never work↵out, party every night, show up to work hung↵over every day, and nobody would really care,↵nor would my actions really affect my team’s↵success or failures.”↵
↵↵Sounds good to me! Mr. Mozeliak, have↵your people call my people.↵
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