Dirk Hayhurst's Blog

Words and thoughts still trying to make it to the big leagues...

Hang Up Your Cleats

If you want to play at the Major League level, you’ll need to start specializing early.We’ll be generous and say 10 years old is when you started.At 10 you realized you could throw thunderbolts. Pills. Ched. Heat. Smoke. Fuzz. Gas.You could throw...

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Stop Exploiting Minor League Players

No player, in all my time in baseball, has ever said to me that they play because they simply can't wait to get fat off their sweet minor league paychecks, and coast.When I started writing about the minor leagues so many years ago, I was often told—among...

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Broad Strokes

I’m going to regret writing this... I voted for Obama. I voted for him twice. I voted for Hillary. I voted for her because— “You’re a liberal! You want minorities to rule the country! You want handouts. You don’t want to work. You want...

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Adoption Quest, 10. The Newlyweds

My grandfather is getting married Saturday. He’s 89. I’ve not met the woman. I know her name, Barbara, but I don’t know her. My mom’s spent all of 4 hours with her. Some of my mom’s siblings have not met her. She’s got kids and her kids have kids, but we’ve not met...

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Adoption Quest, 9. The Advantage

Bon and I moved recently. A short trip. The next town over. Uncle Rico could throw a football and hit it. They say it’s a downgrade for us. Lower quality school district from that whence we came. Bigger house, but dated. Lower taxes and bigger yard, but fewer white...

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Adoption Quest, 8. The Baseline

“It’s okay. The baseline is rejection, right?” Says Bonnie, updating me on the latest adoption “scenario” result. The baseline is rejection. God—so much of life summed up in one phrase. Bonnie got the email that morning. New mom, just had the baby. No plan. Looking...

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Adoption Quest, 7. The if and Whens

2017 and still no baby. Bonnie and I have been matched with mothers 7 times now, nothing has panned out. Sucks, but there it is The holidays were a trial. Christmas is for kids to get presents and for adults to practice their conflict management skills. It’s  about...

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Adoption Quest, 6. The Wrong Kind of Honest.

White shirts or blue Shirts? Or black shirts? Black turtlenecks like Steve Jobs—American legend, innovator, and insanely rich white guy. Wait. Steve Jobs or Bruce Springsteen? Successful or relatable? Wrap your arms around these engines or get your thumbs on this...

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Adoption Quest, 5. Horrible Little Checkboxes.

"We're trying." I shudder to think how many conversations that phrase hijacked over the last few years. We're trying: Two words that trumpet a baby is on the way. Two hopeful words that I never really understood when I first let them fly, but now know like a scar on...

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Adoption Quest, 4. The Unforgivable.

Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Pounding in the back of my head. Tick-tock, Dirk. Tick-tock. Kids, Dirk. Tick tock Dirk. Tick-tock. Kids. Kids, Dirk, kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. When Bonnie and I started trying, everything started being...

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Adoption Quest, 3. No Diving In The Gene Pool

When I was in high school, I dated a sweet, shy, super smart redheaded girl for the bulk of my time there. I took her to two proms, gave her bales of flowers, and supplied her with enough chocolate to jumpstart diabetes. I thought I was going to marry her. In...

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Adoption Quest, 2. Choosing Adoption.

  I waited 28 years to have sex. 28 frustrating years. And ereey weren't easy years, just so you know. I didn't hang with only monks or go through life without knowing what woman was. It was the standard stuff, all those years of typical teenage hormones where...

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