“Big Don’t Mean Bad”: Josh Harrison’s Journey of Humility, Hustle, and Hope

Early roots of resilience – family, faith, and the mother’s mantra

Josh Harrison’s story doesn’t begin under stadium lights but in the living rooms and sandlots of Cincinnati. The youngest of three, he earned every inch against older brothers and took his lumps with gratitude. From the start, his greatest asset was a voice even louder than his siblings—a voice that belonged to his mom, Bonita. “Big don’t mean bad,” she said, over and over. That wasn’t just advice. It was her challenge to every excuse he might have tried. His mother coached his first T-ball team to get him a roster spot at age three, insisting he belonged even when others thought him too small. That simple act laid the groundwork for a career grounded in self-belief and resilience.

Family never left his side. His uncle, John Shelby—a World Series winner and decades-long MLB coach—passed down insider wisdom and reminders to “stay ready” no matter the benching or setback. Even as Josh’s baseball lineage ran deep, his roots were grounded in humility. Sibling rivalry, a coach-mom, and a dad who modeled steady love gave him perspective others often lacked. Humility wasn’t a lesson learned on a mountaintop; it was forged by chasing older brothers through games, finding his role as the perennial underdog but never acting underprivileged.

Faith anchored that endurance. Harrison engraved 1 Peter 5:6—“Humble yourselves under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time”—on his gloves and wristbands through college slumps, surgery recoveries, and the treacherous grind of pro ball. That scripture became more than a ritual—it was a roadmap out of pressure-packed droughts and the relentless anxiety that can stalk a young athlete. It was a message that showed up when the world expected him to fall, not rise.

Earning a place – college slumps, minor-league setbacks, and the long wait for “the call”

Josh’s journey to the majors wasn’t golden-boy smooth. He closed his high school career with zero Division I scholarship offers until his last month. While others panicked, he learned to surrender timing—relying not on status but on steady work and trust. That resolve carried him through a standout tenure at Cincinnati, capping off with Big East Player of the Year honors, yet even that road had detours. His junior season, he fought through a hernia and a brutal slump that left him hitting .200 with a stack of errors and doubts. The feeling of letting down a team haunted him. “Baseball does not care about your feelings,” he admits now. After one especially rough weekend—0-for-10 at Miami—his uncle put it plainly: “You want to play pro ball? This won’t be your last 0-for-10.” The only answer was to keep after it—never betting the house on any single result.

That thick skin proved essential once drafted. Breaking into the big leagues meant three years of instability—riding buses, being optioned to AAA five times before July in 2013, and often being left off the lineup. “Go do what you do,” coaches would say while sending him down, never offering correction, only an indefinite holding pattern. Josh didn’t hide his frustration. He admitted it “sucked.” But where other players could have flamed out or spun into bitterness, he chose to keep preparing, day after day. He’d sometimes even delay his AAA arrival—showing up on the last permissible day, making his protest clear but professional.

He never gave up on his teammates. He never let the frustration cheat the game or his own character. He observed. He listened to his family—his uncle, his coaching brother, his parents—reminding him that the only thing you can control is readiness, attitude, and effort. When his moment came, he answered with hits, with unforgettable energy, and eventually, with an All-Star season.

Joy in the game and beyond – fruit of the spirit, walk-offs, and competition in every corner

If you watched Josh play, you saw more than hustle; you saw joy. Around the league, coaches and teammates called him “the glue guy” and “the fruit of the spirit”—he was known for love, patience, kindness, and a joy that radiated in every at-bat and every handshake. “You played with joy,” his coaches said, “and you made baseball better for everyone around you.” That’s substance, not style.

For Harrison, joy meant finding meaning in the mundane and value apart from results. “Baseball doesn’t define me. It might be what I do, but baseball will never define me.” He knew who he was, win or lose. Walk-off moments? He remembers the details: 2012, rain falling, his first MLB walk-off, and his mother and grandma—who “really ain’t traveling nowhere”—in the stands on Mother’s Day. “For me to take that, both of them there, my mom being my first coach—that’s kind of cool.” That’s what he carried as his real winnings, not the highlights looped on TV.

All-Star selections in 2014 and 2017 landed less like validation than as further proof of purpose. His hustle became folklore—a “Hustle Award” in the majors, shirts made with the five in his number as the “S,” his bearded cartoon face framing the ideal.

And then there’s that competitive edge. “The thing I’ll miss most is the competition,” he says. “I’m always going to be competitive—even playing Uno or Monopoly.” That drive, balanced with perspective from faith and family, kept him level through injuries, through 0-for-20 streaks, and through lean times where statistics didn’t measure up to the work.

But even in the fire, he never forgot his mother’s other commandment: “Don’t ever let them take your joy.” On-field or off, he protected that joy fiercely, showing gratitude for a job he loved and a family cheering him on whether or not he even got in the game.

Life after baseball – “Brittany season,” presence, and a legacy defined by love

Josh Harrison’s final out didn’t signal an ending, but a new kind of hustle. These days, it’s “Brittany season”—named for his wife—where Josh puts the same conviction into school drop-offs, family time, and supporting his wife’s booming entrepreneurial pursuits. “You can’t make up for missed time, but you can make the most of what you have.” For so long, Brittany and their daughters kept the home running. Now, Josh is determined to show up, letting others thrive on the home front.

He has thought coaching might tug on him in the years ahead. But presence with family, for now, feels just right. He isn’t content to be defined by stats or by other people’s applause. His legacy runs deeper: authentic relationships, a reputation for joy, relentless hustle, and a spirit bigger than his frame—“five-eight with spikes,” as he jokes.

Josh Harrison models what happens when you “go first, give space, grow hope.” Stay humble in victory. Outlast every slump. Celebrate with family in the stands. Remember who you are, even if the crowd forgets. And above all, don’t let anybody take your joy—because that’s what sticks long after the game is done.