I toiled in Indy ball for 2 summers before realizing I didn’t want to be 30 years old before I started a “real” life.
I played for the Lincoln Saltdogs in the Northern League. We shared Haymarket Park with the University of Nebraska. Our team was comprised of washed up 30 year olds that had been released from organizations and were clearly delaying reality. The rest of us were just out of college and didn’t get drafted so we wanted to see where we stacked up before we gave the game up.
By all accounts, Lincoln was one of the best places to play in all of Indy ball. Haymarket Park was incredible and we averaged about 4,500 a night for attendance. However, it was really annoying sharing a clubhouse with Nebraska. They were treated like royalty by everyone in town. We had seperate locker rooms in the same clubhouse and ours was a total joke compared to theirs. Nevermind the fact that 80% of those playing for Nebraska at the time would never be good enough to play in the Northern League. The atmoshpere was comparable to AA ball, but the lifestyle was disgusting. Players left their wedding rings in their lockers when they left town. The partying and steroid use was far more than I was comfortable with so I hung’em up midway through my 2nd season.
In my experience, Indy ball is mostly loaded with guys who are terrified of losing their identities as ball players and are clinging on to their few remaining years in the sun before, heaven forbid, they have to lead responisble lifestyles.