MILWAUKEE — As May arrived one year ago, where in the wide world of sports was Frank Schwindel?
He was in San Jose, California, toiling rather anonymously at the Oakland A’s alternate training site. On May 1, he played in a scrimmage. Five days after that, he was in the lineup for the A’s Triple-A team in Las Vegas. He went 0 for 4 with a couple of strikeouts, in case it matters to anyone now.
“I was just kind of winging it,” he recalled.
Already nearing 29 and in his ninth season of professional baseball, Schwindel, a former 18th-round draft pick, knew better than to count on anything beyond his persistent desire to keep chasing his dream.