I have been remiss in posting the outcome of my opportunity to interview Will Clark at an awards dinner in Florida a couple of weeks ago. As some may have surmised, I did not attend the event or interview Clark, even by phone. I have not written about this until today partly due to my disappointment with how things played out, though the experience itself bears mention.
I’ll rewind for anyone who hasn’t heard the earlier iterations of this story. Back in November, I learned of a Hitters Hall of Fame at the Ted Williams Museum in Tampa, Florida. I also learned that this Hall of Fame honored players like Dale Murphy and Fred McGriff, but not Honus Wagner or Jackie Robinson. Curious, I called a listed number for the museum and reached the cell phone of the executive director, David McCarthy. After I subsequently sent McCarthy a link to my post, he emailed feedback and invited me to the annual awards dinner for the museum, set for February 13. At the time in November, I had just quit a sales job and had lots of free time but little income. I told McCarthy I would have to get back to him and figured, since I live in the San Francisco Bay Area, that I wouldn’t be able to afford the trip to Tampa.
The decision to pass became tougher, though, when I learned in January that my all-time favorite baseball player Will Clark would be honored at the dinner, along with Darryl Strawberry, Bert Blyleven and Dave Dravecky. As one of the stipulations for being honored is that a player attend the dinner, I figured I could interview all four men if I went. I contemplated asking my parents for the money, but a man I go to for advice stressed the importance of being self-supporting, and I couldn’t argue. I let McCarthy know in January of my financial uncertainty, and he said I could still come to the dinner, even with last-minute notice.
In the end, it wasn’t meant to be. The $350 I needed to make the trip remained an elusive pile of money that never materialized, simple as it sometimes seemed it should be. If I’d had a job last month or even a few weeks ago, I may have been able to justify going, but in this economy, work has been hard to come by. Granted, I’ve had some income from freelance writing the last month, but it didn’t seem right to commit funds to a trip when I couldn’t guarantee my next rent.
In the eleventh hour, I tried some last-ditch maneuvering to interview Clark by phone but that didn’t come off either. I spoke with the sports editor of the San Francisco Chronicle two days before the event and pitched a freelance idea about it. He passed. The following day, I inquired with McCarthy about doing a phone interview with Clark. McCarthy said Clark’s travel arrangements had been delayed by the bad weather in the South and that a phone interview looked uncertain but that he probably could have set something up in-person. At that point, I gave up.
There’s been a Catch-22 in all this. Had I not quit my job, I would have been able to afford making the trip, no question; but I probably wouldn’t have had time in the first place to interview McCarthy and build a relationship. The silver lining in all this, I suppose, is that McCarthy has essentially given me a standing invitation to the event. Mark McGwire may be on the bill next year. I hope I can make it.