My last year at Broward College was 2018. The program shuttered after I left, killing all athletics of the second largest junior college in the US (60,000 students)
Before Fall, I made a conscious decision to show up w/ a packed lunch every day in a metallic Stanley lunch pale
Quite simply, I wanted a conversation piece that was visible every day to my players and my staff. What symbolism was I looking to represent?
Humble work ethic
Arrogance becomes confidence if it is laced with humility in the way you work. If you don’t put the work in, arrogance is just simply that. True confidence is unshakable
So… in baseball, you can’t have true confidence without a humble work ethic
My Stanley lunch pale continuously provided me the opportunity to have the eyes of the follower look at the leader as competition to see who could work as hard or harder. Imagine me walking around with a metal lunch pale from the 70s and 80s and not noticeably outworking the entire outfit? What a doofus I would look like
One day, after the Spring season had come to a close, my assistant Chris De La Rosa asked me if he could use our field on a Saturday to do a workout with EliteSquad. Chris is still with that group and those guys are good and kind folks who know what they’re doing baseball wise. I told him I had a group that was going to be there early but he could bring them in after.
I brought my lunch pale and placed it in the dugout. I had my oldest kids with me that day too and they were young, 2 and 5 I believe. Someone had asked me as the first workout was coming to an end to throw BP, so I went out there and was throwing BP as the EliteSquad coaching staff was gathering in the dugout, they were preparing for their kids to arrive and catching up with one another.
So I’m throwing BP and I hear one of them recognize the Stanley lunch pale. ‘Yo what is this?!? Are you kidding me look at this thing!’ These dudes were clowning the pale! Let me say though, this was ribbing, not malicious hating… they were just having fun but still nonetheless they were mocking me without knowing it.
It was poetry the timing of how I finished up because as I threw my last pitch and the 1st group thanked me for throwing I began to walk to the dugout and landed there in the exact moment their chuckles died down. The 4 or 5 of them said hello to me, we shook hands we all knew each other just from being on the scene in South Florida. So as soon as I finished dapping up the last dude, I walked straight over to the lunch pale, flipped those stiff metallic straps as loud as I could and slung open the top, pulling out a ham sandwich I had made for myself. I turned back towards them and took a massive bite out of it.
One of them said to me with a surprised tone, ‘Ben that’s yours?’
I said, ‘Yea I left my hard hat in the office.’
Not a great joke, but enough to elicit a chuckle.
This is one of the moments I look back on and it’s really important as to what I took from this and continue to take from this:
You can’t give a shit about what people think about you or say about you in this industry. You have to be you. You have to have confidence in the abilities you bring to the table and how those are going to play out in pursuit of your goals. Should you have people who can be critical of you that you can trust? Yes you need that and you need to be able to evolve and improve, but at the end of it you still have to be you.
So do it