With the Extended Spring Training season coming to an end this past Saturday, players were given a week off before reporting back to our Spring Training complex on June 7th for mini camp. I decided given the time off, and also that our facility would be closing down for the week making it impossible to get in and do my rehab, that I would fly home to continue to get better while being able to see my family for the first time in three and a half months. It is always good to be home, but it does feel pretty strange that I am here in June. Being away from home the last five summers, it does feel weird seeing sun and warm weather in Boston, as I've become accustomed over the years to the October through February frozen tundra.
As far as my plane ride went, things could have gone better, but I'll try not to complain too much. There were a few things I noticed during my five hour flight that were pretty interesting. First was the fact that cheese and crackers were $7.oo. I threw up a little in my mouth when I heard that. That's a markup of about 8,000%. Tough to believe the airlines can't avoid bankruptcy selling cheese and crackers alone. Then again I can't believe many people in their right mind are purchasing many snacks on airlines nowadays. The second thing I found pretty funny was found while reading a magazine in my seat pocket. You know those magazines that are on all airlines selling Star Trek looking gizmos and gadgets. This thing is mostly filled with crap that I doubt anyone is buying, but every now and then a toy pops up tempting me to pull out my credit card. Kind of like this one:
This, according to the magazine, is the world's largest map. It stands over ten feet tall and over thirteen feet wide. I'm not really sure why any kid, other than maybe Steve Urkel, would want this anyway. I'd much rather have a giant Power Ranger, Pokemon, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle any day of the week. Hell, I'd take Dora The Explorer over a map. I was wondering what this father was telling his little girl in the picture anyways. "Look sweetie, this is Argentina. It's one of the three countries you will be able to study for the next six years since your only four years old and less than two feet tall. Just think, by the time you reach high school, you'll learn that the capital of Venezuela is Caracas . As for North America, Europe, and Asia, tough shit.
Back to real life. Over the next week or so I will continue to get treatment and exercise for my hand, while starting to strength train a little more aggressively now that my hand is starting to feel much stronger. I will also start some baseball activity for the first time in almost two months. My high school has a beautiful baseball field that I will be able to work on taking some ground balls and also start throwing once again. There has been a lot of attention paid to the fact that I haven't been able to hit in a long time, but the injury has also put a damper on my defensive game. I am just starting to be able to have the strength, and more importantly not be in a pain, when I open and close my glove to catch. We will see how things go today.