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Casa Grande's Maytorena dealing with bad hops

Published: Tuesday, April 2, 2013 at 6:36 p.m.
Last Modified: Tuesday, April 2, 2013 at 6:36 p.m.

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It hit him like bricks last Friday because Paul Maytorena never saw it coming. His 12-year-old daughter, Brooke, was standing there, behind home plate, microphone in hand, singing the national anthem before Casa Grande played Windsor. Off to the side, at first, Casa's head baseball coach heard her words. Then her voice faded as if a switch somehow had been flipped. Out came the memories. One after another they came, in quick succession, and he saw it all, and felt it all.

Maytorena saw the dugout. That's where he had changed Brooke's diaper when she was an infant. As well as Tatum's, her younger sister by two years. Before games. During games. After games. Maytorena was a single dad there for about four years and infants don't pay much attention if it's bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded.

Maytorena saw the field. He remembered Adam Westcott was there before his fatal traffic accident. He remembered Rob Garibaldi was there before his suicide. He remembered Jonny and Joey Gomes played there, and how the brothers stayed with him for a while, rent-free, when they needed a place to stay.

Maytorena saw the third base coaching box, the place he never, ever occupied. The umpires, who didn't know why, would order Maytorena into the box. Maytorena would explain why he couldn't. The ashes of Bob Leslie had been spread there in 1998 after he had died from oral cancer. Leslie was his best friend, his mentor, the coach he followed at Casa, and he could never stand there. Ah, sure, no problem, the umps would say.

Maytorena saw his parents, migrant workers who worked the fields near Fresno, who wanted something better for themselves, for their two boys. And they did. They found their American dream, Phil as a public works inspector, Ruth in a cannery.

Maytorena saw all that in the relative blink of an eye, a journey so quick, only the human brain can cover such a distance at that speed. By the time Brooke was finished with the song the evidence of his journey was on Maytorena's face.

“I was a little misty,” said Maytorena, 42.

From everything that has happened ... and from the one thing that might.

“This could be my last year coaching at Casa,” Maytorena said.

Nine months ago, in a cost-cutting move, Maytorena was laid off as general manager of a fitness facility. As with all coaches at the high school level, Maytorena receives a modest stipend for his time: “$2,500 before taxes, $2,000 after taxes,” he said. Maytorena can make it through this baseball season but not much longer. He does some paid work as a private coach but full-time employment soon will become a necessity.

“But the thought of taking a 9-to-5 job ...” and his voice trailed off. A 9-to-5 job would prevent him from coaching. Of course, bills need to be paid and Maytorena would take a job with those hours because “I'm not an idiot.” Yet, to walk away from Casa baseball, it feels to him like a tooth extraction without Novocaine.

“This is my family,” Maytorena said of the school and the sport. That is not an idle statement for him and, while this may surprise some people, the pain he would feel upon leaving has nothing to do with Casa's record since he took over in 1998. Yes, his 309-105 career record must be mentioned because that makes Maytorena the winningest baseball coach in the Empire. Those six NCS championships and eight SCL championships deserve mention as well.

“Baseball is a failure game and that's why I love it,” Maytorena said. “It prepares you for life. In life you will get bad hops. How do you handle it? I tell my kids all the time that if Jonny strikes out, he's already forgotten that strikeout by the time he reaches the dugout.”

Find a way to get past Adam's death. And Rob's. And Bob's. Find a resolve that just because his parents were migrant workers, doesn't mean they lacked value, or that he did. Maytorena was the first one in his family to go to a four-year college and the first one to graduate from one, earning a bachelor's in exercise science from Sonoma State.

Don't be too proud to ask for help, Maytorena learned that, too. When he was a single dad raising his girls, the village stepped in, the village of Wendy Gentile and Robin Wirtz, wives of his assistant coaches. Wendy and Robin helped in the care and feeding and changing of the girls. Maytorena wears Casa baseball as if it were a tattoo across his forehead.

“In return I have only one rule for my kids,” Maytorena said. “I tell them not to do anything to embarrass the program.”

It's the same rule he applies to himself, to his coaches. He likes to think of it as the unifying thread that has connected Casa baseball for more than 15 years: Play hard and play clean and play the game right. “Tradition Never Graduates” was what was written on Casa's T-shirts last year. Maytorena first saw that tradition in 1994, when he became Leslie's assistant.

That Maytorena may have to walk away from all that after 20 years, it doesn't seem possible. The man always has found a way, to help his team, his school and himself to get past all the tragedy. History says he will find a way to remain Casa's baseball coach.

“I hope so,” Maytorena said.

You can reach Staff Columnist Bob Padecky at 521-5223 or bob.padecky@pressdemocrat.com.

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