• Feb 08, 18
  • Gregg Zaun
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I’ve heard from so many people reaching out in support of my family and me. They’ve expressed a desire to continue to hear my voice and communicated to me that I’ve been their baseball go-to guy for as long as they can remember. Their expression of how much they will miss me in the summer months to come has really touched me in a way I never expected.

They sentiments have overwhelmed me at times, especially in those quiet moments in solitude. The silence in my home as the sun rises to greet me and my morning pot of coffee offers prime opportunity for contemplation of the past and the future. It allows the kindness and love from people I’ve never met to sink in.

I’m not sure what’s next for me professionally, but the outpouring of support has led me to feel an obligation to those who have so lovingly reached out. I am going to continue to do my very best for my loyal fans. I am going to try to keep giving you the same unbiased and unfiltered analysis, praise, and criticism that kept you tuning in at a record pace regardless of my employment situation. In other words, if you want to hear about baseball from me, you will.

The last few weeks have been full of reflection and recreation. I’ve never been good at being still and I don’t imagine developing that skill at this point in my life. I always have to be doing something, or multiple things to be more accurate.

Family has always been a priority for me but as snow blankets the earth and the game I love so much slumbers, my focus is on my daughter and her emerging love of skiing. I’m bursting with pride now that my daughter has graduated from the magic carpet to the chair lift after only a few days. It’s definitely not unprecedented for a three year old to be able to control speed and negotiate turns this soon, but I’m as proud as a papa could be and fondly dreaming of the family fun to come out on the mountain.

The pure joy exhibited by my little downhiller is clearly evident in her unbridled squeals as she navigates her way down the hill with her mother and me. It looks like she inherited a need for speed that she definitely did not get from me.

I was never an adrenaline junkie. I got my kicks out of performing for you, sometimes live in front of as many as an estimated 70,000 fans for game 7 of the World Series. I enjoy a good mogul run as much as the next enthusiast but nothing I’ve seen gets my adrenaline going like that. Different strokes for different folks. I am however, thrilled on a daily basis, watching my daughter fall in love with something in skiing the way I fell in love with baseball all those years ago. I hope it lasts her a lifetime.