+ Added 2026 arbitration
contracts signed thus far. Thanks to
MLB Trade Rumors for their great coverage! Not all players have signed. Many will be headed towards the icky arbitration process if they can't settle in the next little while.
+ The
International Free Agent signing period is starting in a couple of days. If you're a super-fan, maybe you know some of the names. I'm a super-fan but I don't know any of the names. So maybe I'm not a super-fan. Signings and bonuses will be added over the next few weeks. I call these UDFA's. Undrafted Free Agents.
+ Thanks to "TB" for his
TBC PREMIUM renewal and to "TL" for becoming a new PREMIUM subscriber! Always appreciated! I'll say it again: If you visit the site daily,
> I failed out of college. Twice. I didn't know I had ADHD. I had always breezed through school. I got passing grades in boring subjects and killed it the one's I liked. Math. Gym. Music. English. I studied Accounting in University. I don't know why. I hated it. I skipped classes. There was a management accounting class that I never attended beyond the first day. I didn't drop it. I even went to the exam. I carry guilt for that. I failed out after that. I failed out twice. Accounting was sludge.
After the 2nd time, I went back. At 26. I begged them. Same school. Same degree. Different major. I switched to Management Information Systems (MIS). Hybrid of computer science/business. I learned about web programming. Databases. SQL. Applications. Working with users. Testing. Fixing bugs. I went to school at night. After my day job where i was a handyman computer guy at a company with no computer guys. MIS was pavement.
I graduated in 3 years. I got all my credits. I stood on the stage in the Bell Centre (Then called the Molson Centre)...yes, we spell centre r-e in Canada ... I was 28 years old. I was about to get married. And I got my degree. It was hard. It was long. It took a decade.
Its just a piece of paper but it represents something. School is hard. Its hard on brains. Its even harder on ADHD brains. I got through it. The deep sludge. Like I was being peppered by machine gun fire by the enemy. Like I was going to get wounded at any moment. And I did get wounded. Twice. But I took 1 step at a time. I kept going. And little did I know, and I would learn this later in life, that there wasn't an enemy manning the machine gun. It was me.
