Steve Blass was a major league pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates in the 1960's and 1970's . He was a talented pitcher, not to the level of contemporaries like Hall-of-Famers Tom Seaver or Bob Gibson, but a stalwart of the Pirates rotation. In his career he amassed a 103-76 record with a 3.63 earned run average. Blass pitched two complete game victories for the Pirates in the 1971 World Series over the Baltimore Orioles and was selected to the 1972 All-Star Game. For those not familar with baseball statistics, those are very solid accomplishments and indicative of an impressive major league career.
Then something happened in 1973. The once reliable, dependable Blass couldn't throw strikes anymore. The pitcher, not known for a blazing fastball, was known for his control and clutch ability to be around the plate. He didn't suffer an injury, no torn ligaments, no strains, no rotator cuff injury. For some unknown reason, Steve Blass could no longer do what he did best... get batters out. He struggled through that season, spent much of 1974 in the minor leagues searching for the talent brought him to the heights of his career, then retired from the game unable to regain the magic. The most common theory to explain his demise was that it was largely psychological. To this very day, when a baseball player mysteriously loses his talent and ability to play the game it is referred to as "Steve Blass Disease." More recently examples of this syndrome are Chuck Knoblauch, Rick Ankiel and Mark Wohlers.
I feel like a modern day Steve Blass. During a show Saturday night I stood in the middle of the administrative office and said out loud, "I can't do this anymore." I don't know if anyone else was in their office and heard me. I know I've recently mentioned the frustration that I have with the people working around me, but this isn't that. I don't think I could continue to do this job if I had an all-star team of my own working for me. I can't seem to wrap my hands around things anymore, like I've lost touch of knowing the right things to do. My thought process and preparation have been the same as the past, but the results just aren't there. I can't get the ball over the plate anymore. I can't get the batters out. There have been some stressful and difficult events in my career, but in those cases I felt I was able to handle things, make the right decisions, and the show would go on. That doesn't happen anymore. Like Steve Blass, every time I take the mound these days it seems like I'm throwing the ball all over the place, walking batters, and giving up more hits than Billy Joel.
These days, Steve Blass is a color commentator for the Pittsburgh Pirates radio broadcasts. He had been doing it full-time starting in 1986, but in 2005 announced he would only work home games in order to spend more time with his family. If one of the things I'm working on pans out, I'd get to work in an associated field and be close enough to spend more time to be with my family. There probably aren't too many people who would pick out Steve Blass as their hero. I'll be one of them if things work out the way I want them.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
A modern day Steve Blass
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I don't want to go first because I don't know what to say. But here I am. I'm afraid to say anything, so I won't say much.
I've sat here for like 10 minutes and can't find more words. Yup. Me. I'm trying to think what Leah, Kylie, Cece, etc. would say. I realize, I'm not them, I'm just me. So this is written from my heart.
I adore you and know you will find your way. And no matter what, we will still all be here.
Find your bliss.
XO
Hey Bob,
This is an all too familiar story. I have the greatest job in the world. I have security, a pension and all the overtime I can handle. And you know what? I am right there with you.
I don't know your situation exactly. However, I do believe that the quality of life at work is sometimes a reflection of our lives outside of work. I have often had to tell myself that I go to work to support the things I do outside of work. Meaning that if I must stay in the rat race, my family and personal time needs to be excellent. I haven't mastered this, but I am trying.
At the age of 41, I already have an exit strategy (i.e. early retirement), however I always keep my eyes open from something else to come along.
I hope you will keep us posted as to the good or the bad, but just know that the thunking sound is most of us beating our heads against the wall.
B
Suzanne: You continue to be you... that will make me happy. Like the posts says, I have a good opportunity that may be on the horizon if the cards fall right!
CSI: Thanks for checking in and identifying that thunking sound. I thought I loaded the dishwasher wrong again.
Sorry about the Sonics. I think the fans are getting a raw deal up there. That a-hole from OKC never had any intention of keeping the team in Seattle.
Hey there Bob!
*pulling head away from the wall long enough to type*
Man...we all must be in the same boat! How many a day I sit there in the hospital wondering, how and why I am still there doing the same thing. It gets harder and harder to drag myself into work. Unlike you or CSI I have not started the process of "gee, let me start putting feelers out to see if there is a chance in hell, I can escape!" But, with now knowing that others in the 'rat race' feel the same, makes me feel a twang of comfort just a wee bit!
Bob please know that we are here for you and your in our thoughts...well mine more than most I am afraid..LOL! Ok, really hang in there! And just keep blogging.
Speaking of blogging, some shameless self promotion...Bob I did something I thought I would never do but I DID! Eeeekkkkk! So, come over and check it out on my blog! Oh crap! I might have opened myself up to a whole lot of S@*t, but was in a great mood and it just went from there!
Anywoo...
Hugs,
Robyn
I hope someone heard you when you said out loud that you couldn't do it anymore. I actually pictured you getting on top of a table and shouting it at the top of your lungs head thrown back and fist shaking in the air.
I'm guessing that's not exactly how you said it. You probably weren't as loud as you would have liked to have been either.
That's alright - those of us that care heard you.
And as a native to the Pittsburgh area - if you gotta have a hero, Steve Blass is a great choice.
Robyn: Thanks for the words. I know there are a lot of people in the same boat. It's not as though I hate what I'm doing, it just seems like I can't do it very well anymore. That doesn't help my frustration level. Great job on your self-photography. I always like the contrasts that black & white brings to a subject.
QG: It wasn't that dramatic performance, but it was the first time I've said it out loud. However, I've been thinking it for a while. It was a bit of a relief to finally admit it to myself and the world.
I wouldn't really consider Ankiel among those ranks. He as a pitcher was a one trick pony. One batters got some tape on him and learned he never could throw strikes, they just sat back and let him throw balls. Those couple of times he missed wildly was just him having a bad day and trying to hard. But he is doing okay as a hitter these days. As opposed to Knoblauch and Sax who forgot how to throw to first base. That's a psychalogical problem.
Bob!
WOW! Thanks for the sweet comments *shoving the 100 dollar bill in Bob's jean pocket as payment...*
Thanks friend for making a girl feel better about herself! *wink*
Lots of hugs!
Robyn
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