God, I love baseball analogies.
The Furloughed guys (rookies?) were left at the hotel by the rest of the team because they would'nt fit on the RJ bus.
They were told that they had to do whats best for the team and that the team wouldn't forget the sacrifice they made.
Most of them found jobs coaching little league although some are still at that roadside HoJo's staring down the highway for the little cloud of dust that means the bus is coming back for them.
All of us on the street hope that the company recovers, but I dont believe many (if any) of us are under the illusion that we'll ever play for the team again. While the chosen few of us were traded to other major-league franchises the rest of us were kicked back to the minors -- some of us are even playing on the Mexican League.
For the love of the game, the feel of the ball, the scream of the crowds we walk out there every night doing the job we love to do for a fraction of the pay. We have closets full of uniforms and boxes of receipts from moving companies -- a sad history of the dozens of towns we've lived in for the love of the game.
We still watch the big-league games. Silently we root for the ol' Pittsburgh home team. We don't care for the management. There are some loudmouth players who we wish they'd get rid of. But all in all, its just baseball and it's a heck of a lot easier to watch it from home on TV then to get out there and play it every day.
Sometimes after our own games, the kids down here in Mexico would belly up to the bar, buy us a cerveza, and ask us about what it was like to play at the bigs. The more time passes, the less we remember. After a while, you just forget all about how your teammates left you at that roadside hotel ... they're not your teammates anymore. In more ways then one they're the competition.
So as you're walking around (or taxiing behind) those minor-league guys -- As you're riding in the hotel van with those minor-league guys -- Or if you see those minor-league guys doing the walkaround next door. Stick your head in and say hi. If you start talking baseball, you might be surprised at who you see in the right seat ... could've been a former teammate.
Good luck with this new agreement gentlemen. Hope the chief is making the right calls. :huh:
Play Ball!