Tagged: Erik Stiller

Apartment #123 Signing off

Hello out there in cyberspace and thank you for joining me for this entry, which documents one of the more significant events of my professional career.  Today I had a day that I had seen coming for a the last week or so, but that I wasn’t prepared for in the least: today I got released by the Cleveland Indians, only to be told an hour later that I hadn’t actually been released I’d been traded to the Oakland Athletics.  The Akron Aeros had been accumulating bullpen pitchers of late (up to a high of ten as compared to the usual seven earlier today) and as one of the few pitchers on our team not drafted or acquired in the last two years I seemed like one of the logical guys to be moved out in one manor or another, but my mental preparation left me wholly unprepared for the reality of it.  When I was called into the manager’s office after the game I all but knew that gig was up, but the sinking feeling is just something you can’t help no matter how much you expect it.  Making it especially bittersweet was having the news come on the same day that my longtime teammate, friend and roommate Erik Stiller got released.  It was somewhat fitting to be flying home with a guy who I’ve played on every team with except one.  After having called all the relevant persons about being released, however, I was informed that I had actually been traded to the Oakland A’s instead.  So I will still be flying back to Akron to put my affairs in order, but instead of heading home afterwards I will be heading to Midland, Texas instead.  Joining a new organization with an opportunity to get some new eyes on me and some fresh input on ways I can get better is certainly an opportunity I am very glad to have, but at the same time it leaves me with a sad and disappointed feeling.  Leaving the organization that drafted me means leaving unfinished my goal of playing in the major leagues for the Cleveland Indians, but leaves intact my goal of playing major league baseball.  The hardest part will be leaving behind the relationships with staff members, coaches and players that I have formed over five seasons with the Indians.  Both of my roommates actually got released this week so I feel fortunate to be heading to a new team but it is hard to be overly happy when two close friends are currently without such an opportunity.  Anyhow, I should go finish packing up for the upcoming plane flight and cross country drive of the next few days, but I will leave you with a poem as always and update you on my situation next time I get the opportunity.


Dream Variations

by Langston Hughes


To fling my arms wide

In some place of the sun,

To whirl and to dance

Till the white day is done.

Then rest at cool evening

Beneath a tall tree

While night comes on gently,

    Dark like me–

That is my dream!


To fling my arms wide

In the face of the sun,

Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl!

Till the quick day is done.

Rest at pale evening . . .

A tall, slim tree . . .

Night coming tenderly

    Black like me.