One of the places I've felt most comfortable is on a ball field, but today is a different story. I thought for quite some time about all the things I wish I could say to my fans, to my family and my friends, and I realized rather quickly that trying to sum up 18 years in under 10 minutes seemed impossible.
It's surreal to be at this point today, but I remember like it was yesterday when I first put the No. 7 on for the first time. I was 18 years old in Elizabethton Tennessee playing rookie ball and the No. 7 hung in my locker inside the first professional clubhouse I'd ever been in.
To be honest, it wouldn't have mattered what number it was hanging in my locker that day. I just couldn't believe I had a locker in a professional clubhouse with this jersey hanging in it.
As a kid, I had a dream of playing in the major leagues. I would always pretend to be my favorite player. I paid such close attention to their every move. I copied their stances, their on deck routines, I tried to swing the bat like them, run like them, make plays like them. I wanted to be them.
Growing up in a family always nurtured my love of baseball. My dad would invent games to challenge me and to help sharpen my hand to eye coordination. One of the best pieces of PVC piping you had in your garage would later be known as the Mauer quick swing. My brothers and I would play pickup games in the yard that helped hone my skills, even though at the time we just thought we were having fun. My grandfather was there to make sure I stayed on the left side of the batter's box and to remind me if I wasn't five minutes early to practice I was late. My Grandpa and Grandma Tierney never missed a game. I could always count on them to be there at the games with their scorecards. And my mom of course my biggest cheerleader and fan always encouraged me to do my best, but more importantly to remind me to have fun.
As I got older my love of baseball continued to grow. My love of a sport and encouragement to turn my childhood dream into a reality. I now know as a father that the phrase it takes a village to raise a child is true. But I feel that phrase need to say a family as well. A huge reason I am standing up here today is because the important people throughout my life challenged me, taught me faith that would set me up for success, not only as a ballplayer, but as a man. I am humbled that so many of them are here tonight.
My immediate family and my extended family are here tonight. Childhood friends I have had most of my life are here. I have high school teachers and coaches, even my host family from Missouri who I stayed with when I was 16 years old is here tonight. My agents, doctors and trainers are here. Teammates I played with I've known going back 18 years are here tonight, along with clubhouse staff, coaches, managers and members of this organization that have helped me since I was a senior in high school and all of them played a part in me standing up here tonight.
My family kept me grounded. They supported me no matter the outcome of the game. They believed in me and rooted for me, from my first T-ball game to my very last here at Target Field. My wife held down the fort and took incredible care of our daughters so I could go out and live my dream. She's a staple of support during the highs and lows that come along with this game.