So, the other evening, I found myself with a bit of unexpected free time. The house was quiet, and I wasn’t really in the mood for any of my usual go-to stuff. I started just sort of drifting through the streaming apps, you know, that endless scroll hoping something catches your eye. It’s funny how you can have a million choices and still feel like there’s nothing to watch.
I was looking for something, I guess you could say:
- Something to just pass the time, really.
- Maybe a little bit of an escape.
- Or, if I was lucky, something that’d make me ponder a bit.
And then, completely out of the blue, I stumbled across this title: a “michael jack schmidt documentary”. Now, I’m a baseball fan from way back, and Schmidt, well, he was one of the greats when I was younger. Haven’t thought about him in ages, though.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I clicked on it. Didn’t really know what to expect. I poured myself a glass of water, settled onto the sofa, and just hit play. It wasn’t one of those brand new, flashy productions. It felt a bit older, more straightforward, which I actually kind of appreciated. Lots of old game footage, interviews from when he was in his prime, that sort of thing.
I watched the whole thing, from start to finish. It covered his career, the ups and downs, the championships. Standard stuff for a sports doc, I suppose. But it wasn’t so much the stats or the big moments that stuck with me. It was more the sheer grind of it all. The dedication. You see these guys as superstars, but you don’t always register the sheer amount of work that goes in behind the scenes, year after year.
Why am I even going on about this?
Well, because watching that documentary, almost by accident, really got me thinking. It wasn’t about wanting to be a pro athlete or anything like that – those days are long gone for me, if they ever existed! It was more about that idea of sticking with something, of pushing through even when it’s tough. It reminded me of my own little projects, things I work on in the garage, or even struggles I’ve had with different jobs over the years. Sometimes you just gotta put your head down and do the work, right?
I remember trying to learn woodworking a few years back. Man, my first few attempts were just awful. Crooked cuts, wobbly joints, the whole nine yards. I nearly gave up so many times. My wife, bless her, kept saying, “Just keep at it, you’ll get there.” And eventually, slowly but surely, I started making things that weren’t completely embarrassing. Nothing Schmidt-level, mind you, not even close! But it was the same principle, in a much, much smaller way. That feeling of finally getting something right after a lot of effort.
So yeah, that was my little adventure with the michael jack schmidt documentary. Started as a way to kill an hour or two, and I ended up having a good ol’ think about persistence and effort. Funny how that happens sometimes. Just a quiet night and a random find, and it gives you a bit of food for thought. Always good to have those moments, I reckon.
