Dear Athlete, I was you before I hung up my cleats and left my jersey hanging with a lonely drape in my locker. In the last decade, I’ve coached many like you. In doing so, I always seemed to take on an unofficial role as explainer of adult life. …

As I walked along the brick ballpark fence, my maroon jacket slung over my shoulder, fans leaned over with their arms extended. It was early in the season and the stadium buzzed with excitement. Turning a tinge of orange, the sun had just decided that it would, in fact, set. …

I found out that my first Tommy John surgery failed because of my doctor’s negligence. How did I react? A Sample Chapter From Dear Baseball Gods: A Memoir By Dan Blewett Chapter one is also available for free — please click here to read.

The true story of a pitcher who wanted more from himself and refused to give up. From The Back Cover Dear Baseball Gods, He hustled and worked hard, played the game the right way. Why did this happen? It wasn’t fair. Dan sat by a tree, staring at the ground trying to decide what…

Little droplets of saliva spewed out as he rattled off more nonsense into the microphone. Just a few inches from his face, I stared up at his vacant, wobbly, drunken black eyes as I pulled furious breaths of air up through my nostrils. …

Pressure is one of the toughest and yet most amazing parts of life as an athlete. The big, important situations can bring out both the best and worst of us. Learn how to handle it like a champion. — In American culture, we don’t really value strength of mind to the point where we put effort into training it. In stark contrast with Eastern European and Far Eastern sports and martial arts, American sports rarely stress mental training techniques that can make a huge impact on athlete’s success. …

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I sat down on the edge of the turf pitching mound and stared at the floor. A drop of sweat rolled off my nose and I sighed a deep, frustrated sigh. I used to throw 94 miles per hour, and I was lucky enough to do it as thousands of…

The duffle bag made a long journey, ending in a Dominican orphanage. It was a huge catchers’ gear bag, big enough to handle a bunch of bats, a full set of gear, jerseys, gloves, pants — all of it. On the end was the #8, proudly embroidered in white with…