In a beat-up former chicken coop, Joey Gomes offers lessons in hitting, life

Baseball began in the country and it doesn't get any more country than this. The chickens, the former occupants of the building, pass by from time to time, their clucking outside a punctuating cadence to the thwack inside.

Cluck. Thwack.

Cluck. Thwack.

Add a baseline and you may have a funky background beat for Tim McGraw.

Inside, Clay Gallagher of Petaluma is learning to hit a baseball. He's 11 years old, a Little Leaguer, and Clay doesn't care if this was once a chicken coop, that one of the windows is partially blown out, the apparent victim of an errant baseball. Clay doesn't care if there isn't a baseball field within miles or that no one is watching him or talking to him except Joey Gomes.

Gomes is one half of the legendary Gomes Brothers, the Petaluma Gomeses as it were, the Casa Grande Gomeses. Jonny was a Tampa Bay (Devil) Ray for all or part of six seasons, third-place finisher in 2005 A.L. Rookie of the Year voting, now with Louisville, the Cincinnati Reds' Triple A affiliate.

Joey, a year older at 29, was an All-American at Casa and also at Santa Clara University. He signed with Tampa Bay, made it to Double A before a torn hamstring tore him away from the big leagues' fast track.

Joey Gomes sat on a metal folding chair, facing Gallagher at a right angle. A batting tee stood between Gomes and Gallagher.

They were inside a netting-enclosed batting cage that filled out nearly all of the Coop, as Gomes so affectionately called the wooden structure. By big-league standards the environment was Spartan, but Gallagher and the 17 other kids Gomes instructs aren't asking where's the fridge with Gatorade. It's not relevant, as Gallagher so succinctly stated.

"What's not to like?" he said, cutting right to the core of it.

It's confidence, that's what goes on inside the Coop.

Confidence, such an ethereal, fragile thing, so vulnerable to shatter for children, that's what Gomes is selling and that's what the kids are buying. Kids that can go hitless through a Little League season, spend time with Gomes, and then go 3-for-3 in their next game. Sounds mythical, but it's happened.

His kids -- they range from 9 to 17, coming from Healdsburg to Petaluma -- find that hitting a baseball is not the only thing that goes on in the Coop.

"My coach at Casa, Bob Les-lie, told me once that I wouldn't learn how to play baseball until I learned how to fail" said Gomes. "I didn't understand it then, but I came to. Baseball teaches you how to deal with failure. It's a great metaphor for life. You hit it perfect, right on the nose, a screaming line drive, and it goes right to the shortstop. You did everything right but you made out. Does that mean you failed?"

Gomes suggests not. Tip your cap and move on. Like life. Get 'em the next time.

Life is a mix of sad and bad, stops and starts, ascents and descents. Life is all over the place, like a baseball that can be hit anywhere on the field. Resilience is a quality suitable for all ages and nowhere is it more obvious than in learning how to hit a baseball.

"You can make out 70 percent of the time in baseball and still be considered a great hitter," Gomes said.

He works with the kids -- Little Leaguers to high schoolers -- to show how to live with that 30 percent, to be OK with that 30 percent. By, and this may read ridiculous, knowing how to swing the baseball bat properly.

"Getting a good pitch," Clay said, "and getting a good swing on it."

Gallagher had just described the Gomes' ethos and his teacher jumped off his metal chair in delight and gave Gallagher a high five. Gomes is big on high fives. Gomes is also big on ignoring the word "no" or anything that implies a negative.

Gallagher swung, dribbled the ball off the tee.

"Now what did you do there and what do you need to do differently?" Gomes asked.

Gallagher responded accurately. He rolled his top hand over his bottom hand when he swung, a common mistake made even in the big leagues. I'll keep my top hand back, he said. Gomes then said, "OK, let's do it."

Notice the absence of the negative. Gomes didn't say, "You didn't" or "How could you?" or "Do you know the mistake you made?"

It's not important for Gomes to hear himself tell Gallagher what the kid did wrong. Rather, it's important for Gomes to hear Gallagher say what he needs to do to get it right. It's a fine point, a very fine, subtle point, but Gomes is constantly moving Gallagher in the direction of success, not jerking him backward with failure.

"It's so easy in baseball," Gomes said, "to tell someone what they did wrong. But what they should know, and this is what I focus on, is how to do it right. I focus on the positive. So how do you keep your hands inside? What's your best pitch to hit? What do you do if you have an 0-2 count? What is the pitcher trying to do to you? I focus on the mental more so than even the physical."

A hitter feeling confident is a human being feeling the same way. After a time, Clay's mother, Lynn, walked inside the Coop to pick up her son. She gave a fast-paced testimonial to the trickle-down effect Gomes has had on her son and,by connection, his family.

"We all know times are tough right now," Lynn said. "We are trying to be frugal, deciding how many times to eat out, how much money to spend. My husband (Gregg) is a mortgage banker and this is not the greatest time for mortgage banking, as you know. But the one thing we look forward to every week is Wednesday, 3:30 p.m., when Clay comes here. I'll come here just to listen, just as Gregg does.

"We see what Joey has done for Clay, and it's much more than Clay just having the proper swing. It's about the confidence Clay feels. It's about how he acts around home. It's about how Clay makes everyone feel.

"Someone might get negative about something and Clay will say something and the next you know, I'll say, 'Son, you just pulled a Joey.' "

Yep, that could happen with someone who has a communications degree from Santa Clara, which Gomes has.

That could happen, but very well may not, with a player who didn't reach his Major League dream.

That could happen, but probably would not, from a player who still dreams the dream -- Gomes leaves in 10 days for a 97-game season with the Joliet Jackhammers of the independent Northern League.

Gomes has been offered scouting jobs and coaching jobs in professional baseball. But he is not giving up on his dream.

He is still hoping -- as he enters his prime -- that some big-league team somewhere will disregard the label that he is fragile physically and give him a shot.

In the meantime, Gomes is not sitting around feeling sorry for himself. It is a lesson the kids, or at least their parents, can learn from his very presence in the Coop. Gomes could be sulking or bitter; the one grand failing of MLB is that it sticks labels on players and is dead-stubborn about removing them.

Instead, Gomes is at the Coop, pushing the kids toward the light, slapping high fives, teaching them that baseball offers so much success amidst so much failure.

"What does an umpire yell before a game?" Gomes asks each kid at the beginning of instruction. "He doesn't yell, 'Work out ball!' He doesn't yell, 'Stress out ball!' He yells, 'Play Ball!' Let's learn. Let's have fun."

I didn't take Gomes' word on it. Instead, I looked at Clay Gallagher's face, the face of an 11-year-old, a child's face, innocent, without agenda. A face that represented the most honest mirror of life around it. And that face was smiling.

-- For more on North Bay high school sports go to Staff Columnist Bob Padecky's blog at padecky.pressdemocrat.com. You can reach Padecky at 521-5490 or bob.padecky@pressdemocrat.com.

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