By Joel Hansen
Some were financial and some were of the heart, some effected my family, some effected my career, some were based on bad advice from friends or family, some from strangers and some simply because I was young and dumb.
Fortunately for me none of these bad choices ever landed me in any real trouble. I have a clean criminal record I am somewhat buoyant financially, I have a healthy, happy family that I like to think loves me.
None of my bad choices will ever compare to the ones former New England Patriot tight end Aaron Hernandez has made. His tragically bad decisions have left a man dead, a daughter without a father, wife without a husband and a promising career in tatters.
Putting aside the most obvious fact that a man is dead, his actions have resulted in being charged with a murder, losing his endorsement deals, being cut by his team and voiding a new contract worth over 40 million dollars.
Like I said, bad choices.
I love sports because it is an escape, it is something to focus on and rally around and take my mind off of everyday things, a place where Barry Sanders or Cal Ripken can be a hero and an inspiration.
It gives me hope that even at thirty-nine my curveball might actually start curving and I finally make it to the “bigs” or my golf game will suddenly improve twenty-five strokes and I will qualify for my PGA card.
I always dislike when real life tragedy enters the sports arena and I am always disappointed when it does. But for every Hernandez, Rae Carruth, or Barry Bonds, a guy who makes the wrong choice, there is an Orr, a Sanders, a Ripken or a Gretzky, a guy who can inspire you and make you believe.
Now, just in case there happens to be a major league scout out there reading this column I play for the Mighty Marineros in the Liga de Softball de Puerto Vallarta at Agustin Flores Contreras Municipal Sports Stadium. Ask any local, they can give you the directions, they will tell you it’s just across from the Sheraton.