My name is Jack DeLongchamps and I love College Baseball.
Now that I have gotten that off my chest, you might be interested in the following:
I am a 6 year college baseball survivor. Playing my first 4 at Charleston Southern and my last 2 years at George Mason. Many might ask how the hell that’s even possible, but it’s really quite simple. I was 150 pounds soaking wet when I arrived on campus my freshman year. There was no question about it, I was going to redshirt my first season. Fast forward to receiving my undergraduate and being asked kindly to please leave campus ASAP. I ended up transferring and chasing the dream at George Mason to finish out my career. That of course before COVID turned everyone’s lives upside down. I will save you the details and will allow my idol tell my story a little more gracefully than myself
Forgive me for my humble flex. At times I self deprecate but its only because truthfully it was during these six years, I would go onto experience some hilarious heartache. Whether it be missing first base after a big hit, getting the yips behind the plate or my junior season where I quite literally finished with two hits on the year. I paint the picture for you in full, to make sure you know that I was a very below average, college baseball player.
My true calling to the game was to tell its story from my unique perspective. The characters that it possesses, the relationships formed and memories that it creates. It's all so everlasting; so as a steward of baseball I felt indebted.
So I got to work. I began broadcasting games all over the state of South Carolina, in all sports. Though it came easy to me, I realized early that I had a long way to go. In order to get better and practice more often, I revived an old shtick that I had learned from a teammate at Charleston Southern. It was called, “Pencil Talk.” I had utilized it as a scam to to receive an internship while getting my degree. The premise being, I would work with the Sports Information Department, and run their social media during our season. In that time, I would take a pencil and use it as a microphone and interview players before and after our games. (Copy and paste, said scam at George Mason during the time of my masters degree.)
Now as an adult entering the working world; I had no experience and no knowledge of the industry I wanted to join. So my handy dandy pencil came back into play. This time it accompanied me at Charleston Southern, College of Charleston, the Citadel and a plethora of high schools in the Charleston, South Carolina area. It didn’t matter if it was high school football or college hoops, I was going to put a pencil in front of someone to perfect my craft.
I knew right away I wanted to do this forever. That broadcasting these games had brought me joy and purpose in work. To be able to learn about student athletes, dudes on a similar life quest and play a small role, in helping showcase their trials and tribulations to their community, was an honor.
It is with that honor that 11.7 comes into play.
Back in June, I packed up my car with my nicest pair of flip flops & a box of sharpened pencils and drove out to Omaha, Nebraska. It was always a dream of mine to go to the College World Series. But now it was time to prove a concept. To combine my passion of telling stories and the game I loved in the mecca of college baseball. I had a hunch that the two worlds would collide perfectly.
What happened next was hard to imagine. While sleeping in my whip the next two weeks, I received interviews from everyone imaginable. Spoke with top ten draft picks, sat in the press room with the best coaches in the country and experienced one of the most chaotic / exciting College World Series’ in the history of the sport.
I don’t show you this content to say “Look at me," but more so because of how welcoming the college baseball world had accepted me. I was shocked by the lack of media attention earlier in the week but watching it grow day by day, as we got closer to the championship, felt a lot like a bandwagon fan with a popular sports team.
But not 11.7. They cover the sport of college baseball from opening pitch until the dog pile in Omaha. And that is why today, is a step closer to a dream come true. To surround myself with like minded baseball dudes; hungry and motivated to help grow the sport. Covering not only the power 5 schools but the mid-major dawgs that turn into cinderella come late June.
I have a ton to learn and I am with the people that are willing to help teach me. So to that I say thank you
Today is a badass day. 11/7
NOW WE GO
My name is Jack DeLongchamps and I love College Baseball.
Now that I have gotten that off my chest, you might be interested in the following:
I am a 6 year college baseball survivor. Playing my first 4 at Charleston Southern and my last 2 years at George Mason. Many might ask how the hell that’s even possible, but it’s really quite simple. I was 150 pounds soaking wet when I arrived on campus my freshman year. There was no question about it, I was going to redshirt my first season. Fast forward to receiving my undergraduate and being asked kindly to please leave campus ASAP. I ended up transferring and chasing the dream at George Mason to finish out my career. That of course before COVID turned everyone’s lives upside down. I will save you the details and will allow my idol tell my story a little more gracefully than myself
Forgive me for my humble flex. At times I self deprecate but its only because truthfully it was during these six years, I would go onto experience some hilarious heartache. Whether it be missing first base after a big hit, getting the yips behind the plate or my junior season where I quite literally finished with two hits on the year. I paint the picture for you in full, to make sure you know that I was a very below average, college baseball player.
My true calling to the game was to tell its story from my unique perspective. The characters that it possesses, the relationships formed and memories that it creates. It's all so everlasting; so as a steward of baseball I felt indebted.
So I got to work. I began broadcasting games all over the state of South Carolina, in all sports. Though it came easy to me, I realized early that I had a long way to go. In order to get better and practice more often, I revived an old shtick that I had learned from a teammate at Charleston Southern. It was called, “Pencil Talk.” I had utilized it as a scam to to receive an internship while getting my degree. The premise being, I would work with the Sports Information Department, and run their social media during our season. In that time, I would take a pencil and use it as a microphone and interview players before and after our games. (Copy and paste, said scam at George Mason during the time of my masters degree.)
Now as an adult entering the working world; I had no experience and no knowledge of the industry I wanted to join. So my handy dandy pencil came back into play. This time it accompanied me at Charleston Southern, College of Charleston, the Citadel and a plethora of high schools in the Charleston, South Carolina area. It didn’t matter if it was high school football or college hoops, I was going to put a pencil in front of someone to perfect my craft.
I knew right away I wanted to do this forever. That broadcasting these games had brought me joy and purpose in work. To be able to learn about student athletes, dudes on a similar life quest and play a small role, in helping showcase their trials and tribulations to their community, was an honor.
It is with that honor that 11.7 comes into play.
Back in June, I packed up my car with my nicest pair of flip flops & a box of sharpened pencils and drove out to Omaha, Nebraska. It was always a dream of mine to go to the College World Series. But now it was time to prove a concept. To combine my passion of telling stories and the game I loved in the mecca of college baseball. I had a hunch that the two worlds would collide perfectly.
What happened next was hard to imagine. While sleeping in my whip the next two weeks, I received interviews from everyone imaginable. Spoke with top ten draft picks, sat in the press room with the best coaches in the country and experienced one of the most chaotic / exciting College World Series’ in the history of the sport.
I don’t show you this content to say “Look at me," but more so because of how welcoming the college baseball world had accepted me. I was shocked by the lack of media attention earlier in the week but watching it grow day by day, as we got closer to the championship, felt a lot like a bandwagon fan with a popular sports team.
But not 11.7. They cover the sport of college baseball from opening pitch until the dog pile in Omaha. And that is why today, is a step closer to a dream come true. To surround myself with like minded baseball dudes; hungry and motivated to help grow the sport. Covering not only the power 5 schools but the mid-major dawgs that turn into cinderella come late June.
I have a ton to learn and I am with the people that are willing to help teach me. So to that I say thank you
Today is a badass day. 11/7
NOW WE GO
