After the game I was signing some autographs for fans down the right field line when I little kid around eight years old asked me if he could have my glove. I told him I wished I could give it to him but it was my only game glove so I had to keep it. I figured he'd understand and say thank you. Instead he looked me right in the eyes and said, "You stink!" I almost laughed at first but I just kind of looked at him weird and started to walk up the tunnel towards the locker room. After I walked a little bit I heard again from behind me, "You stinkkkk!" I was thinking about when I was a little kid. I would have been scared shitless to talk to a player, never mind tell him he wasn't any good. My dad always tells me that kids aren't the same as they used to be. I always tell him he's just old school, but I'm starting to believe him now.
Yesterday we had a split squad, a home game against the Cincinnati Reds and an away game against the Chicago Cubs. I played in the away game and started at 2nd. I ended the game 1-3 with a single, a slow ground ball to third that I beat to first. These hits kind of feel cheap sometimes, but earlier in the game I hit a line drive that their shortstop jumped and caught, so things even out in the end. The game was low scoring most of the way. It was scoreless into the sixth I believe until they hit a home run to take a one run lead. We ended up taking back the lead 2-1 before they tied it up at 2-2 where the game ended in a tie. Spring Training games only go 10 innings to make sure none of the pitchers are overused. We ended up winning the home game against the Reds 3-2.