Special Guest Writer Desi Relaford

Some of you may have seen my Twitter blurbs or read my previous official announcement of Desi Relaford coming on board Jimmy Scott's High & Tight to write a bi-weekly column about his career in baseball.  Some of you may have scoffed.  "Desi Relaford and Jimmy Scott?  Bawlderdash."  Time for you to refute.  Because this, right here, right now, is the first column of what we're going to call "By Desi Relaford" columns, at least until we can think of another title for this series.  Yes, series.  When I state this is "the first," it implies more than one, which leads us to the series format of columns written by the one and only Desi Relaford, the 11-year Major League veteran who had hopes and dreams just like any kid, any player. 

You might say, "Desi made it to the bigs.  That would be good enough for me."  But from Desi's perspective, just making it wasn't good enough.  And that's what separates fans from players.  There's a divide there, the "You played in the big leagues so stop whining" divide that will likely never be filled.  Fans will always tell a player to be thankful they made it in the first place.  And players will always wish they had done more.  It's what I now call the "Theory of Baseball Relativity."  If I remember, I'll write something about that one day soon.  Until then, let's start at The End for Desi.  Because as hard as it is for a ballplayer to make it, it's even harder to quit. 

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