(Editor's Note) Future Hall Of Famer Jimmy Scott has graciously agreed to share his blog "Jimmy Scott's High & Tight" with Gotham Baseball Magazine. Thisd is the latest installment. For more on Jimmy Scott, go to his website. - MH
There's a lesson for us all when someone makes a spontaneous decision
that affects more than just him/herself: There will be untied loose
ends. I know, I sound like a serial killer covering his (or her, let's
be fair) tracks. In my case, when I made a quick decision to shun the
media - all media - this season in favor of communicating only on my
website, I forgot about certain
commitments that had previously been made.
For example:
On Monday, Vanessa reminded me to be dressed well. I asked her why. Diane Sawyer was coming over, with a crew, to talk about athletes and charity. The Jimmy Scott Foundation was one of the lead hooks to their report. (They had already interviewed Kobe Bryant, Dale Earnhardt, Jr., and Bruce Boisclair on camera.) When I stood in place and stammered a little, it hit my wife - I had pledged to only speak to the media through my website’s blog.
Vanessa was rightfully concerned. The exposure for our charity was going to be huge. That's a key reason why we'd said yes in the first place. Last time we'd done something like this, a few years ago for Sports Illustrated, we raised an incremental $150,000 for Lyme Disease research as a result. ABC gets more eyeballs than SI. That $150K could be a lot more by this time next week.
She told me I had to give ABC an exemption. I felt a little weird about that. What union makes side deals with management to let a small pocket of its membership go back to work? That's like if when we went on strike in 1994, our union cut a deal just with Detroit letting their bullpen come off the picket lines (not like any of us actually held placards and yelled silly nursery rhymes about our poor working conditions in the first place) to throw off of flat ground. It wouldn't have helped the greater cause, which is the rest of the union.
I told this to Vanessa and she then said it was just me. I wasn't answering to anyone when I made my decision to not speak to the media. I can go back on it for one hour, justify the cause as being in the name of helping people with a dreadful disease, then go back on my little strike after the cameras have been packed up and driven away. "Put the issue above yourself, Jimmy," she said. “As it is, you’re writing for the very people you’re personally striking against, so I’m not very impressed with your character as it pertains to this issue.”
The guilt was amazing; amazing not in a good way. Thick guilt. Rabid guilt. I frothed at the mouth, like a frosty mug after a Heineken had been poured into it too quickly. My principles in baseball have shifted over the years, as they probably do for people as they get older. At first, in the minor leagues, my main principal was to do what it takes to make it to the big leagues. Work out like a maniac. Listen to every coach. Never show up late. Keep my mouth shut. I batted .750 with those principles but reached my goal anyway.
Then I subscribed to a new set of principles. Work out like a maniac. Listen to my managers and veteran teammates. Arrive early and stay late. Be humble with the media. Again, .750 was the magic number. Still worked. We won lots of games. A championship. Then I got traded to New York. Scared the hell out of me. Chicago is a big city, but it's not New York. I'd played games here and seen “Cats” on Broadway, but that was it. I was married with two kids by now. Again, a principle shift took place.
With just about six years in the big leagues and some solid success, I put the following principles in place: Don't overwork and burn yourself out so you can get a great contract. Listen to the pitching coach and nod your head to everyone else (no offense, but I've yet to meet a NY manager who knows anything about pitching). Don't forget about the wife and kids. Embrace the media and be their most ardent supporter. Looks like .750 was turning out to be my lucky number (sorry Vanessa and daughters). We won two championships (now I had three). I won lots of individual awards. My kids were never arrested and secretly bailed out to avoid family embarrassment. And I'm on my fifth NY manager this year who ... I'll stop there. No need to criticize.
Bottom line - my last set of principals have helped us raise over $38 million for The Jimmy Scott Foundation. However absent my character may be to Vanessa, my decisions have so far worked out well for us. Should I turn my back to one for a greater good, our charity? Would the Amish turns their backs a man who looked at a Ferrari and said, "Cool wheels, dude"?
Diane Sawyer and her crew got here just after lunch. Their producer met with Vanessa and they chose a spot in the house to do the interview. I pretended to be in my home gym working out. Of course, I was just downstairs in the Entertainment Veranda (“Guitar Hero III” is the best!), ready to slap a damp washcloth on my face and call it sweat. I got my call and went upstairs. Forgot the washcloth and saw that part of my plan fly out the window.
So here's how my first discussion went with Diane Sawyer:
Diane Sawyer: Hi, Jimmy. I've got to tell you I'm a huge fan. My husband is too. He's got season tickets. (Her husband, Mike Nichols, directed “The Graduate,” my all-time second favorite film, the recent “Charlie Wilson's War” and lots of others. I want to hang out with him forever.)
Me: (nodding, smiling)
Diane Sawyer: Are you speaking to me today?
Vanessa: Jimmy, this is off the record. The cameras aren't on.
Me: (quizzical look on my face)
Diane Sawyer: I'm just Diane right now, Jimmy. When the cameras are on and my makeup is done, then I'm Diane Sawyer, media person.
Vanessa: (looking at me like I'm an idiot)
Me: (turning red like a little kid holding his breath to get his way)
Vanessa: (punching me in the stomach, kind of hard)
Me: (exhaling kind of hard) Hi, it's nice to meet you.
I felt strange. Was I betraying myself? Vanessa, always, well, almost always on point with her views, looked at me. This was for charity. The cameras were off. She was my wife. It felt more like I was betraying her.
Diane Sawyer already knew of my quandary and was prepared to talk about it. I suggested Vanessa take the lead in the interview, they use archival footage of me speaking at various charity functions, I nod and smile and laugh with whatever Vanessa said, Mike Nichols would spend time with me when he came back to New York, and at the end I would give a little speech, on camera, about just the charity. I wouldn't speak about my media ban, but they would mention Jimmy Scott’s High And Tight.com. We shook hands. Diane Sawyer and I made a deal that I thought I could live with.
The special airs on ABC in a few weeks. I can live with my decision. Life doesn't always have to be about me. In my baseball world, that's what I'm used to. But maybe it's time I realize my principles can be just like rules. And rules, sometimes, are meant to be broken.
(Editor's Note) 