Hey guys, how are we today? I hope all the dads out there had a nice Father's Day yesterday. I was wondering, do dads really get pumped when Father's Day rolls around? I know my mom probably has a countdown on her calendar at work for Mother's Day starting at 365 and marking off until 0, but I am not so sure my dad even knows the date of Father's Day. I'm sure he is super excited, he just keeps it inside. He can't fool me.
Anyways, I've been back on the field practicing for the last four days and I'm starting to feel like a baseball player again. It's been really nice to get out there and meet a lot of the new players that have shown up over the past week or so, and also practice with a lot of younger players that I've gotten to know over the last year or two. We have a good group of guys down here, or I should say kids, and most of them remind me quite often that I'm 25 and they are 18. It definitely is different being so much older than a lot of the players. In 2008, my first year in Triple-A, I was the youngest player on the team. My roommate at one point was Shawn Wooten, a 36 year old veteran, while I was 23. The one good thing about being a little bit older than a lot of the new guys in town is that I get to help out and teach some things that some of the guys haven't learned yet, and I really like teaching. The bad thing is it reminds me I need to hurry up and get my ass into gear before my cane and wheelchair give me the boot out of the game.
My hand is feeling better each day and I am able to do a little bit more without pain as each practice comes and goes. If I had to guess I will be hitting in batting practice by Thursday. Over the past two days I have hit front toss, which is a coach standing behind a screen about fifteen feet in front of you, flipping you baseballs underhand. When I did this for the first time two days ago the first few baseballs felt like I was hitting large rocks. It felt much better doing so yesterday though, and I am sure today will feel even better than that.
Well now that I got that stuff out of the way, I have some random things I need to take care off. I have a few new things that really "grind my gears", but I am going to save that video for tomorrow or Wednesday. The first thing is that my aunt was asking me how with all the great cooks in my family I can't cook anything worth eating. My family owned a restaurant for probably somewhere around 15 years, and my grandfather, grandmother, dad, and uncle can all cook some pretty legit food, especially Italian. My answer to her was, "why should I learn to cook when I have so many people who want to cook for me." I think that is just being smart personally.
The second thing I wanted to talk about quickly was regarding all the emails and Twitter messages I have received lately. Ever since I've been talking about all the carts that have revolted and are trying to take over the Walmart parking lot, people have been sending me tons of messages telling me to stop going to Walmart and go to Stop and Shop, or Shop and Save, or Save and Stop and Shop and Save Again. Listen, I totally agree with you guys. I always say, "stop complaining and do something about it!" But here is the thing. Sometimes you've got to take the good with the bad and vice versa. It is kind of like watching a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. One of the greatest places to watch a sporting event in the country. You are basically on the field in many of the seats, and the atmosphere is just awesome. But then you get there, and notice that the size of the seats wouldn't be comfortable for your little six year old sister. You try to squeeze in and notice there's only enough room for like 1/3 of your ass cheek, so you let the guy sitting to your left hold the other 2/3 'til the 7th. Then there's a giant green poll in front of you, so the lucky guy on the right of you that thought he escaped without babysitting any part of your backside now has to let you use his shoulder as a headrest. But you know what? No matter how sore your ass is after the game, and no matter how long that pain in your neck takes to go away, next time a buddy says to you, "Hey big guy I gut two paihs a Sox ticks fouh ya fouh da ballgame tonight." Guess what? You are going! This is how I feel about Walmart now. Where else can you get Frosted Flakes for $2.34, pick up a new pair of shorts and matching tank top, grab a bundle pack of shampoo and conditioner, and buy a Big Mac with fries, all in one place! You can't do it. So I'll deal with the carts and you'll enjoy the ball game tonight. Don't forget to wear your padded underwear.