Leftover Chicken Bones (Group Sales Gab)

~Kathryn Bobel, Co-Director of Group Sales

My past few blog inspirations had come to me rather quickly and easily, and my every-other-Thursday deadline was never an issue.  This week, however, I had more trouble coming up with a blog idea than Chuck Knoblauch had coming up with an error-free night in the field.  But, last night while I was at the gym, the latest SI came to the rescue.  As many media outlets do, SI had compiled a decade list of the best and worst of everything in sports, specifically re-printing chuckle-inducing “Signs of the Apocalypse” and “They Said Its” from the past ten years.  (A personal favorite: Ducks winger Teemu Selanne on the hockey culture–or lack thereof–in Anaheim–“It’s not like back home in Finland or even Canada, where girls wanted my leftover chicken bones from a meal I ate.”)  So, as I loped along on the treadmill reading about all the mind-boggling and sometimes bone-headed statements that have come out of athletes’ mouths, I started to reflect upon what I have gone through in the past ten years and what the next ten years will be made of.

A decade ago, I was 13 and an 8th grader at Guion Creek Middle School in Indianapolis where I played volleyball, basketball, and softball. (In the interest of full disclosure, I didn’t really play basketball. I attempted it.  I wasn’t allowed to dribble or pass–just shoot, which as long as no one was guarding me, I was pretty decent at.)  I went to my classes, went to my athletic competitions, went home to do homework, went to sleep, got up the next morning and did it all again.  My biggest worries then were making sure my pony tail looked perfect every day and avoiding my kooky science teacher who called me Bobeli (a play on Boboli, the pizza crust). Rent and car insurance and cell phone bills weren’t even a dot on the horizon yet.

My high school years seem like they happened two decades ago, with just fond memories of bus rides to away softball games, prom, and my first car, a 1989 Mercury Cougar, floating around in my head.  Most of my free time was spent on the softball field, and if I wasn’t there, I was pondering how to possibly get my batting average above .300.  Worries then were, again, typical–which of my 19 hoodies do I wear today, where did I put my English paper, and how can I get out of my calculus quiz this time?  When graduation came, leaving Pike High School wasn’t so difficult, simply because I knew I was going on to bigger and better things.  The next few years were everything I had hoped for. 

College came and went with fury, and it’s still hard to fathom that I graduated over a year ago.  While at un-falcon-believable Bowling Green, my biggest concern was making sure I could pack as much sport and entertainment experience as I could onto my resume in three and a half years.  I volunteered for every minute sporting event occurring on campus, hoping that it would eventually help land me my dream job in baseball.  I also, of course, found time to lounge around and do normal college kid things like see how many people you can fit into a dorm room closet.

That pretty much brings you up to present-day, 2010 Kathryn who currently resides in North Carolina doing her dream job and blogging every other week.  Ten years ago I didn’t know what the decade would throw at me, but was fairly confident I could handle it (as long as it didn’t throw any junk.  I am turrble–as Charles Barkley would say–at hitting anything that curves, slurves, dives, or drops).  In 2020 (!!), I will be 33 (!!) and hopefully still working in baseball; I really can’t imagine being employed in any other field.  Only time will tell, but hopefully by then I’ll have learned to keep my hands back and hit the off-speed stuff.  Anyone seen Brian Dayett?

Kathryn Bobel is entering her second season with the Crawdads and first as Co-Director of Group Sales.  She served as Sales Assistant with the ‘Dads throughout the 2009 campaign, after stints with the Indianapolis Indians (AAA) and US Track and Field.

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