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Evan Gattis’s Winding Championship Road

It took the Houston Astros 55 years to win the World Series for the first time. With the win over the Dodgers, they take their place as the best team in the sport. Theirs is a remarkable story of organizational perseverance through many failures, recent natural disasters, and rising from the ashes of one of the worst records ever in 2013.

There’s plenty of individual stories that make this team special. Jose Altuve rose from poverty in Venezuela to the MVP of the American League after being signed for $15K in an Astros camp as an unproven 5’6″ infielder from Venezuela after multiple failed tryouts. George Springer came from the relative baseball no man’s land of the University of Connecticut to win the MVP of the World Series. Alex Cora becomes the manager of the Red Sox on the heels of winning this series with the Astros, and now looks to win World Series as a player, coach, and manager. Justin Verlander and Carlos Beltran are both certain Hall of Famers and both finally won World Series rings. Beltran has been playing since 1998 and barely missed playing in the Fall Classic with Houston in 2004, with the Mets in 2006, and lost in the World Series in 2013 with the Cardinals. Verlander was the MVP of the ALCS and experienced a rebirth in Houston after a decorated career in Detroit.

All these men have compelling stories that merit recounting. All these men have lessons to teach to onlookers and fans. However, of the Astros players and coaches, no one is more worthy of admiration for his perseverance and painful ride to the show than Evan Gattis. Gattis is a 31 year old catcher/designated hitter from Dallas, Texas. He’s a .252 career hitter over five seasons split between the Atlanta Braves and the Astros. He split time this season with Brian McCann behind the plate and hit .300 in only ten at-bats in the World Series this year. He was a good contributor to the team and a clubhouse glue guy, but not a star on his team or in the sport. But the fact that he was even able to play in the World Series, let alone in Major League Baseball at all, is nothing short of a miracle.

James Evan Gattis grew up in Forney, the Antique Capital of Texas, just north and west of Dallas. At eight years old, his parents divorced. At 12, he moved from his mother’s house to live with his father, who had remarried and started a new family. Gattis didn’t process this well, as he was too busy playing baseball. Fortunately for young Evan, he was a talented player and Dallas was a hotbed of baseball talent. He played on travel teams with Clayton Kershaw, Corey Kluber, and Yovani Gallardo. As he got older, he played on a travel all-star team with Austin Jackson and later in the Junior Olympics with Billy Butler, Homer Bailey, and Justin Upton. All the mentioned teammates made the Majors and had some sustained success at various levels. Gattis proved himself among his peers on the travel teams and in high school, bouncing between R.L. Turner, Forney, and Bishop Lynch high schools so he could play for his favorite coaches.

He was viewed as a good draft pick in the 2004 draft, but he decided against playing professional baseball. Rice University and Texas A&M both offered scholarships for Gattis to play college baseball for them. He accepted A&M’s offer so he could play catcher. But he never played an inning for the Aggies. Before he ever suited up, Gattis had some demons to deal with. His parent’s divorce fed an in-built sense of anxiety and stress that he bottled up for years playing baseball. He started doubting he could succeed in the college game when he left home for College Station and practiced with his new teammates.

These stresses led him to abuse alcohol and marijuana. His mother grew concerned and personally drove him to a drug rehabilitation facility for a 30 day inpatient stay when she found out how Evan was doing. The counselors determined he did not have a drug issue, but he had major anger issues. Gattis was sent to outpatient therapy in a halfway house in Prescott, Arizona, for three months. After his therapy months, Gattis left A&M and enrolled at Seminole State College, a junior college in Seminole, Oklahoma, after the coach recruited him. He redshirted his freshman season and played half of the 2006 season before injuring his knee. After the injury, he burned out and quit baseball. Telling his father he never wanted to play the sport again after doing nothing but baseball to cope with his parent’s divorce. Gattis moved back to Dallas and worked as a parking valet.

Shortly after, he visited his sister in Boulder, Colorado. He liked the area, so he decided to move there, selling his truck and starting work in a pizza parlor and as a ski-lift operator at the Eldora Mountain Resort. That summer, in 2007, Gattis went into a tailspin. He was depressed, unable to sleep, and contemplating suicide. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and checked into an inpatient psychiatric ward. There, he was diagnosed with clinical depression and an anxiety disorder. Gattis was then released into the care of his father. He moved to Dallas with his brother, with whom he found work as a janitor for Datamatic Global Services, then as a cart boy at a local golf course.

Years past and Gattis went on even more absurd adventures. He was homeless in New York City for a bit, worked at Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, and in 2009, Gattis met a New Age spiritual advisor who convinced him to leave his possessions behind and go to Taos, New Mexico. Gattis lived in a hostel and worked at a ski resort while there.

Three months later, Gattis went to California to find a particularly famous New Age Guru. The starter in his 1995 Dodge pick-up truck, so he had to push start his truck to get Los Angeles and then to Santa Barbra without stopping the engine once. He went from there to Santa Cruz where he found the Guru and started to talk to him about the meaning of life and the trials of life. All the Guru said to Gattis was “Evan, maybe you need to chill out.” The disgruntled Gattis thought he had wasted his time and went to San Francisco the next day.

Eventually, after being woken up by a cop tapping on his window while sleeping him his truck, Gattis had some time to reflect on the Guru’s words and the ride he had been on. Here he was, 1,752 miles from his home, close to four years removed from his knee injury, and no longer an athlete. He was not in a psych ward or driven by crippling depression. He had sought direction from famed spiritual gurus and was still wandering. He was still searching for the key to his happiness. He still wanted to close the door on his anger but did not know how to move on. That day, miles from home, it clicked. Evan Gattis was happiest playing baseball.

The now 22 year old Gattis decided that he wanted back on the diamond. Not to bury his anger or be away from his family, but to find solice and peace within himself and in the union of a team again. He pointed his car towards Texas and push started his car with some help from a homeless man in exchange for a six pack of beer. Once moving, Gattis called his father and told him “I’m coming home.” There was only one problem: Gattis had no idea how to get back to playing organized baseball after so long away.

He made one more call, to his step brother, Drew Kendrick. Kendrick was also a baseball player; pitching for the University of Texas-Permain Basin Falcons, a Division II program in far western Odessa, Texas. Kendrick told his head coach, Brian Reinke, about his step brother and Reinke remembered the powerful hitter from his high school days. The Falcons Head Coach offered Gattis a spot on the team with the words “Play a year here and we’ll get you drafted.”

In his first season playing organized baseball in four years, Gattis dazzled, hitting .403 in 57 games, belting 19 doubles, two triples, 12 home runs, and taking 35 walks, 19 of which were intentional. He was named to the All Conference team for the regular season and tournament in the Heartland Conference. True to Reinke’s word, Gattis was drafted after one year in Odessa. Atlanta selected the wandering catcher in the 23rd round of the 2010 MLB Draft, with the 704th pick.

After years of meandering, hospital stays, rehab, New Age guidance, homelessness, and personal discovery, Evan Gattis was a professional baseball player. His journey to get to the pros was more complicated than many’s lives ever get. That made the transition to professional baseball shockingly easy. He rose through the ranks with the Braves quickly. The first stop was a successful summer with the Danville Braves of the Rookie level Appalachian League right after being drafted in 2010. The next year, he went to extended spring training after not making any opening day roster for a minor league team in the Braves’ system. He was later added to the Rome Braves, a Class A team, and won the league’s batting title. Gattis continued to rise, reaching Double A in 2012 and impressing in the Venezuelan Winter League, where he earned the nickname “El Oso Blanco”, Spanish for “The White Bear”.

The grind that normally swallows minor leaguers was a welcome change of lifestyle for Gattis. The man had lived four lifetimes in his late teens and early twenties and was already a grown man mentally. He was invited to Spring Training in 2013 and with regular starter Brian McCann starting the year on the disabled list, Gattis was named to the opening day roster. He made his major league debut on April 3rd, 2013, three years after returning to the diamond at any level and only after two and a half years in minor league baseball. He hit a home run in his first major league game against future Hall of Famer Roy Halladay. His contributions helped the Braves to the NL East Division Title that season.

Gattis became the primary catcher for the Braves the next season, but was traded the following offseason to the Houston Astros. Despite growing up a Rangers fan and not liking the Astros in his youth, the move back to Texas paid off. In three seasons as an Astro, Gattis has been a catcher and designated hitter for an Astros squad that reached the 2015 Playoffs as a Wild Card, won 101 games in 2017, and claim the American League West crown that season. In the American League Championship Series against the Yankees, Gattis hit a solo home run in Game 7 to break a scoreless tie in the fourth. The Yankees never scored, so Gattis effectively drove in and scored the Series winning run on his homer. Eleven days later, the Astros beat the Dodgers for their first World Series.

Ten years prior, Gattis was on the verge of committing suicide. Now, he is happily married and at the top of his profession. No athlete I’ve ever watched has the winding road of Evan Gattis. If a writer pitched Gattis’s life to a studio as a movie script, it would be laughed out of the room for being too absurd. But it’s real. Gattis has lived a crazy life and is an inspiration to anyone struggling with mental illness, personal doubt, substance abuse, or troubled family life. I hope people read his story and walk away smiling. If he can live through what he did, keep going. You can make it through your trials. Just keep going. Gattis did and made it through. You can too.

Excuse my Star Wars Fanboying

In the annals of American film, there is a special place reserved for the Star Wars franchise. It made Science Fiction films popular and gave a positive spin to the film of the 70’s, which were at one point depressing and realistic. Star Wars brought a romantic touch back to the film world. Not just romantic in the connection between a man and a woman, though that was there is a big way. Romantic as in a sense of beauty and imagination that expanded the world and sense of being alive. It became a huge piece of American culture. It continues to hold a special place in the hearts and minds of Americans and people around the world today. They continue to be filled with great lessons and wonderful wisdom. Their music is the epitome of a great film soundtrack, and they still make me smile when I watch them today.

After the first three movies were released, a prequel trilogy was released. These films were visually spectacular, character and plot wise extraordinarily underwhelming. Overall, these films were not that great as a trilogy. Attack of the Clones was just flat out bad. At least Revenge of the Sith was pretty good. Well after the last film was released in 2005, it’s been 10 years since new Star Wars was a possibility. When it was announced that there would be new Star Wars films, the fan base was excited, especially when JJ Abrams was announced as the director of Star Wars: The Force Unleashed. Around Thanksgiving, the first teaser trailer was released. It was an initial rush of “YES NEW STAR WARS” that the fanboys could get excited for, and it did that very nicely. Take a look at the first one.

I was excited when I saw it. The little boy in me was jumping and came out in a big way. But this was only the first batch of new Star Wars clips we would get the pleasure of enjoying before the film was released. Earlier this week, yesterday to be exact, a new trailer was released. Everything the first trailer did well, the second one just blew out of the water. I watched this, and not only was the little boy in me jumping, I was literally jumping for joy. Everything I could imagine being in a Star Wars film, from the Millennium Falcon, Star Destroyers, and just about anything else that defines Star Wars was in it. If you haven’t seen it yet, take a look.

NEW STAR WARS AND IT LOOKS AMAZING!!! CHEWIE IS HERE!!! AH!!!! That wasn’t quite my reaction, but I had a little boy’s reaction to it. I’m sooo excited for it. Almost as excited as this Priest.


There’s only one problem, the film isn’t being released until December… Boo! Well I can wait patiently. And I know where I’m gonna be when that film is first released. Let’s see how good it ends up being!

What a Day! Easter and Baseball!

This past weekend was the holiest weekend for the Christian world. The emotion of the church covers the complete range of potential human emotions. 

Holy Thursday: Awe of what happens around you. Jesus washes your feet and serves you in a way that you don’t expect or believe you deserve. Then a sort of confusion sets in. Holy Thursday ends unusually. Instead of the usual final hymn and departure, we process out of the church chanting “Stay with Me; Remain here with Me; Watch and Pray”. At the BUCC, we organize a trip between the different churches in the Boston area that ends at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross for Night Prayer with Cardinal Sean. It’s a wonderful trip, but it’s not in the usual prayer life of the Church. 

Good Friday: Sadness. Jesus Christ dies. This is the saddest day in the life of the Christian world. Read my post here to get my full take on Good Friday. 

Holy Saturday: Trepidation and odd silence. Jesus is in the tomb. He has descended into the underworld. He has important business to take care of. But it’s hard to see. There’s a great deal of quiet, as we are still mourning the death of our God. But there is hope. The Easter Vigil begins in quiet, the way the day itself does. It ends in light, and an explosion of happiness, joy, and utter peace because He is truly risen. 

Easter Sunday: Joy and Elation. He is Alive! He is truly risen! What have we to be sad or fearful of? We ought be joyful, happy, and riding high. 

The Easter Season has now begun. We in the BU Catholic Community will be joyful and happy for the duration of the season and beyond. I will be happy with God holding me. 

He also gave us a great gift, the return of baseball. I grew up watching and playing baseball as a kid, and I love the communal feeling that watching a game at a ballpark provides. With April beginning, the baseball season got underway last night, Easter Sunday night, with a game between the Chicago Cubs and St. Louis Cardinals at the friendly confines of Wrigley Field. I love Wrigley Field. It’s a great ballpark, and a wonderful old time baseball atmosphere. I enjoyed it when I went over the summer, and the Cubs are a good team. Last night’s 3-0 loss is not indicative of how the season will unfold for the Cubs, in my opinion. I predicted on my radio show last calender year that the Cubs will win a World Series in the next 3 seasons. And they will play inspired baseball this year to honor the passing of the greatest Cub of all, Ernie Banks. Good luck to the Cubs this season. 

My team is the Boston Red Sox. They will look to rebound from a last place performance in the division to get to the playoffs after rebuilding the lineup and starting rotation. I’ll write a full prediction slate for the team after I see one game, opening day today in Philadelphia. It will be curious to see how the team manages the crowded outfield and works the starting rotation. I hope Koji gets healthy quickly! And I think we will at least finish above last place. I’m just excited to get to my favorite sports place in the world, Fenway Park

Hope springs eternal. Jesus is the ultimate source of all our hope, and our earthly joys, like baseball are supplements to His love. This baseball season will be awesome to watch, and the teams will play hard. They’re currently in a state of excitement for the start of the season. Life begins again for them in a way. Life begins again for the Christian as well, as Jesus saves us. With that in mind, thank you God, and go Red Sox!  


I did theatre throughout high school. I loved working with a script, learning a character, doing a show, and going through all the technical pieces of a show. The other great piece of showtime was the fun behind the scenes. A lot of our theatre fun, especially at the summer camp I went to for a while, was spent playing improv games, something like what Who’s Line is it Anyway would do. Since entering college, I’ve not been on stage for a show at BU, and I’ve not done a show here at all since the first semester of my freshman year. I’ve done shows with the West Hartford Summer Arts Festival the last two summers at least. But I still miss getting to do shows on a regular basis.

Friday gave me a chance to have some theatrical fun. The BU Catholic Center has a group of people who do improve sketches for some fun. Some are members of Liquid Fun, an improv comedy group on campus here, who wanted to share the fun with a few other people, so they created the Sistine Chaps, a Catholic improv comedy group. We play games like Ding, Zip Zap Zop, Eulogy, 2×2, and other improv games like that. It’s a fantastic opportunity to de-stress after a week of class and work on a Friday afternoon, and just have some fun. Theatre is refreshing and enjoyable, and this time was no different. I’ve had a fun, but tiring week, and I needed to have a little fun, so I did. I’m happy that improv exists for me to enjoy.

Musical Nostalgia

When I checked my mail, I found a friendly surprise. I did a musical over the summer. The West Hartford Summer Arts Festival put up a production of On The Town, a Leonard Bernstein musical set in 1944 New York City about a trio of sailors who have a 24 hour shore leave to go into NYC and explore, party, meet women, and have a good time. It was an amazing show to do. I had ordered a video of and a collection of pictures from the show to serve as a reminder of how awesome the whole thing was. The video arrived earlier this year, but the pictures did not arrive until later. And by later I mean today! I opened my mailbox, and there was a collection of amazing memories staring me right in the face. Each picture shows a scene, a story, a memory, and a precious moment to me. They remind me of the ephemeral nature of theater and life itself. Therefore I will hold these memories close to me.

I wasn’t a lead in the show. I was a chorus guy. I sang in some chorus numbers, had some spoken lines in the show as an Emcee in a few different night clubs and in a trippy dream version of Coney Island. I wasn’t the center of the show, but I still loved the show. I loved the rehearsal process, the people I met doing the show, the hectic tech week, the beautiful music that touched my soul, and all the lessons learned from the show. I loved every chance to entertain people who came to the show from opening night, to the close of the show. We had a magical run. Now that it has been over for months, I can look at the show with all smiles and positive memories. Here are some of the pictures that best encapsulate my memories.

Rehearsing our music. Yes, I made friends with a Yankee fan for the sake of the show.

On Real Coney Island, standing with concerned wife, staring into the mid distance.

Emcee at Diamond Eddie’s. Flanked by our wonderful dancers. Hope all the shine and sparkle isn’t too much.

Introducing an act on Imaginary Coney Island.

Reacting to a crazy scientist.

Reacting to the act at the Copa Cabana being rudely interrupted.

Wifey pulling me some place while on Coney Island.

Singing to a girl in the number “Lucky to be Me”. One of the best and most beautiful numbers in the show.

When SAF puts up their next show this summer, I’ll be there to watch it, if not be a part of it again. It was amazing to work with them I hope that others get the same sorta chance I had.

Christmas with the Catholics

Every fall semester on the last day of classes, the BU Catholic Center hosts a Christmas party for all to enjoy a little mental break, and each other’s company. Wednesday was the last day of classes so it was party time!

It was fun. We always manage to enjoy company at the CC, a place that feels as tight as a family. It helps to have Christmasy things, like gingerbread house making, Christmas cookies, caroling, and ugly sweaters, among other things. It was a good reminder to have a little fun, especially around the holidays. Now back to finals prep!