Think about all the great things that people have accomplished that has gone unnoticed. The world is loaded with Eleanor Rigby's and Crash Davis's.
Crash Davis hit 247 minor league home runs, which was a record at the time when he retired in the late 1980's. Who cares about minor league home runs? Hitting that many home runs means you spent most of your career without ever making it to the majors.
Most boys stop playing organized baseball by their fourteenth birthday. Most men stop playing organized baseball by their nineteenth birthday. 247 homeruns in any professional league is a big deal, but Crash didn't get any recognition for his achievements.
I had a Grampa that baked a cake for President Eisenhower. That was a big deal for my family, but the world didn't give two shits. My Mom worked on a team that published a book found in every pew in every Catholic church. She also was part of an investigative unit that won an Emmy. She will only be remembered for doing the grunt work. My Oldman traveled to Ukraine in the early 1990's after the fall of the Soviet Union. He was one of two dozen railroad officials sent to rebuild the Ukrainian railroad infrastructure. It sure as hell made me proud of my dad, but it didn't make much more than a pimple on the ass of Ukrainian history.
To all those moms that made countless trays of cupcakes, washed dirty uniforms, hemmed skirts at the last minute and missed work to care for a 101 degree fever. To all the dads that coached t-ball and soccer teams, got up early and drove to Bumfuck, Egypt for a hockey tournament, who reluctantly paid for drumming lessons and missed an important conference call to watch a little league game in the rain.....
.... You'll go unnoticed just like Crash's 247 home runs, but you are fucking heroes.
Most of us Chalkheads will end up hitting 247 home runs before we die and it will go unnoticed....
...until your memories are brought up at future family get togethers.
Keep aiming for the fences and continue to be astonished.
