Saturday, January 29, 2011


My low back hurts. No, it's not because I'm getting old, although I am closing in on 26 in a few more months. Man, does that sound depressing. My back hurts because I went outside and shoveled yesterday for about two hours. It has been a bad winter so far for the northeast part of the United States. We have had three snow storms, each about a week apart starting three weeks ago, and each storm is dumping more than a foot of snow on us. I feel like I live in one of those little snow globes that you shake and little bits of snow go all over the place. Well the guy that owns the one that I live in doesn't seem to want to stop shaking the damn thing! Apparently we could be getting another storm this Wednesday, which would make it the fourth week in a row. I took some video because first, I thought these snow banks were ridiculous, but mostly because it gave me a break from shoveling. Hopefully this is the end of the snow, and I hope everyone enjoys their weekend!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Hey guys! I hope everyone is having a great week. A few days ago I did an interview for The Biz of Baseball, a website that covers a lot of different aspects of both Minor League and Major League baseball. They wanted to know what it was like to be a free agent for the first time in my baseball career. Below is the segment of the article that I wrote, but if you would like to read the entire thing check it out here I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

I received a call from my agent while eating dinner at my favorite local Mexican restaurant. I had been non-tendered by the San Diego Padres, the team that drafted me four years earlier in the 1st round, and would now be a free agent. When he first told me, I really didn’t understand what the whole “non-tendered” business was about, but I’ve been around sports long enough to understand what “free agent” meant. I guess it’s just a nicer way to let you know you’ve been released. To keep things simple, I was taken off the 40-man roster, allowing any of the other twenty-nine teams in the league to pick me up. It meant for the first time in my career I could go anywhere I wanted. That didn’t seem like such a bad situation. It also meant for the first time in my career I didn’t belong to a team, or even have a job for that matter. That was something I wasn’t used to.

There are a lot of different feelings that come with being let go by the team that drafted you, the team that you made your Major League debut with, and the team that you were planning on building a long and successful career with. For a lot of guys, including myself, it’s the first time in your life you’re told by someone in some way, shape, or form, “sorry, but we are going to go in a different direction.” I had never been cut by a sports team from the time I was a little kid, and I washed dishes and bagged groceries well enough in high school and college to avoid the dreaded call into the bosses office. Although I’ve had hundreds of teammates and friends released, traded, or ultimately call it quits, I never pictured myself having to go somewhere other than San Diego to play ball. It took a few days for me to fully comprehend how different 2011 would be.

I had gotten into a routine over the past four seasons of professional baseball. February was Spring Training in Peoria, Arizona. I knew the apartments I would stay at. I knew the locker room I would dress in. I knew the guys who would be my roommates. I knew the players I would take the field with. I knew the food I would eat, the coaches that would lead us, the trainers that would heal us, even the fans that would cheer us. I started to realize that would all change this time around. New places and new faces for the first time in a long time. The guys I was used to spending more than half of my year with would be different. That’s the harsh reality of a baseball player. You spend everyday for more than eight months establishing relationships with people, many of whom turn out being some of your best friends, and then one day they are gone. The truth is, it may be the last time you see someone once they leave your team. I can’t count the number of guys I have met and become friends with over my career that I haven’t seen since they left baseball and went on with their normal lives. Unfortunately, it’s part of the game and you get used to it.

After taking a few days to think about how different things would be next year, I ultimately put all that behind me and started to become extremely excited and motivated for a new season to start. I wanted to return to the field and show the Padres that it wasn’t the right decision to let me go, and the Nationals that they made a great choice in signing me. Like anything, when someone tells you they don’t really need you anymore you want to prove them wrong. Now I’m not saying I can’t see where the Padres were coming from. I’ve hardly played baseball over the past two seasons. After two surgeries and enough cortisone shots to kill a small horse, I’ve been limited to about fifty ball games in two years time. When I was healthy enough to play, things didn’t go the way I wanted them to on the field. I was constantly in search of my swing, which seemed to always allude me. I struggled to find any success, any consistency, any anything. Injuries and lack of production are two things that can be overlooked for a short amount of time, but do it long enough and there will be consequences. Baseball is a “what have you done for me lately” business, and unfortunately for me, I hadn’t done much.

The good news is, although the last few years haven’t gone my way, those years are in the past. After all that time on the DL, I’m finally hitting again at one-hundred percent. After completely losing my swing for two years, I have been taught what happened, why it wasn’t working the way it once was, and most importantly, how to fix it. Everything is finally starting to come together for me at just the right time. This year will be a fresh start for me, and what better way to start off fresh than with a fresh new team. In the end, everything that has happened over the last few months is part of the game. It happens everyday to guys from all over the world. You have to learn from it, and no matter how it makes you feel, it’s your job to move on and do the best you can do. I’m still playing baseball and it will be with a great organization. I’m feeling good things for 2011.

Monday, January 24, 2011


Can you believe that Spring Training is less than a month away? I can't believe how fast the days are going. I'll be on a flight to nice, warm Florida in about three weeks, and I can't wait to once again see that big orange thing in the sky that some people refer to as "the sun." I've been doing all of my preparation for the upcoming season inside a giant building for the last three months, so it will feel great to finally be able to get outside and see real grass again. Here is some footage of me hitting last night, where my swing is getting closer and closer to game ready. Right around the corner.

OK, before I finish, I am just as sick and tired of watching the Brett Favre soap opera unfold on TV as all of you. I'd rather watch the Golden Girls with my Grandmother than have to turn on ESPN to hear about whether or not Favre would return for the 2008, 2009, 2010, or now the 2011 season, who the new recipient of a picture message is, or what message therapist is currently suing for sexual harassment. I will however watch this video a couple hundred times, and then maybe a few more. Whoever this guy is, he deserves a Golden Globe. Check it out!

*Warning, fake Brett Favre's vocabulary probably isn't for kids*

Have a great day!

Friday, January 21, 2011


I believe I have officially seen it all. Last night I was flipping through the channels on TV and turned to one of the news stations. It was a story about a woman who isn't very good at doing two things at once. Before I continue, check out the video below to see what I mean.

Now that you are done laughing, well probably still giggling a little, this really isn't even the best part of the story. First, I have no idea how you can possibly walk straight into a giant swimming pool in the middle of a mall. But the story gets worse, when it was later revealed that this woman actually works there. I guess during her 10,000 trips to and from work over the last few years she has failed to notice the insanely large Slip and Slide in the middle of her place of work.

Second, she is now suing the people you hear in this video for recording it and putting it on Youtube for millions to see. She says the embarrassment is just too much for her, and no one deserves to be humiliated like this. I guess I have to agree with her, nobody deserves to be humiliated on Youtube in front of millions of people. That is unless you happen to be caught on tape texting through the mall while taking a nose dive straight into a giant swimming pool!

Third, if you are that traumatized that 2,000,000 people have now seen your video on Youtube, it probably wouldn't be a great idea to take your ranting straight to every news channel in the country complaining about how these security camera workers should be fired and sued for what they have done to you. Youtube is no doubt an extremely popular website, but I'm pretty sure if she had just left the issue alone it wouldn't be getting broadcasted on people's TV sets across the country. Way to think things true.

Anyways, I better stop now before I receive a letter in the mail informing me that I am being sued for causing her further embarrassment. Good day people, and please don't try to text and swim.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Hey guys. I hope everyone is having a great week. Today I wanted to throw a video up about some interesting things that happened to me when I was on the other side of the Planet. I hope you enjoy!

Monday, January 17, 2011


Have you ever been so confident in something happening that you convince yourself there is no possible way it of not happening? One of those things where there is a better chance of you getting struck by lightning three times, winning the lottery twice, and answering the doorbell for a yellow polka dotted elephant all in the same day. Well the Patriots winning yesterday's game against the hated New York Jets and eventually playing on February 6th in Superbowl XLV was one of those things. I was sure of it. I had already mentally planned for what I would do Superbowl Sunday. What type of snack foods I would buy. Who I would invite over. What team would have the honor of losing to the Patriots as they won their 4th Superbowl in franchise history. And what dance I would do to celebrate it all.

I woke up this morning in a cold sweat and kept asking myself, "Is there really no more football for me for another eight months?" This cannot be! It is too soon! It had to have been a bad dream and nothing more. I didn't mentally prepare myself for watching four other teams play next Sunday and not my beloved Pats. Things ended to abruptly and I think the shock of it all still hasn't worn off yet. The fact that I am sitting here typing this more than twenty four hours later proves that fact. I should have listened to that very fitting old adage, "don't count your chickens before they hatch."

This will be my last statement on the NFL until the draft roles around in April. I now believe, and also hope, that the Green Bay Packers will win this year's Superbowl. Aaron Rodgers seems unstoppable, and I really wouldn't be able to watch either the Jets or Steelers hoist the Lombardi Trophy. Go Cheese!

Now that football is over I will be concentrating very hard on my baseball swing this week. There are a few things that I want to work on as far as my swing is concerned, so I guess all this free time I will now have will serve me well as I continue to prepare myself for Spring Training. I can't believe it is only a little more than a month away before games officially get started. The winter's seem to be going faster and faster each year. I'm looking forward to getting into the nice warm Florida weather and getting the games going!

Well it is starting to get late so I better get going. I hope everyone has a great week back at work and I will talk to you later.


Friday, January 14, 2011


Hey guys, how is everyone doing? I haven't been blogging as much lately as I have in the past, and the main culprit has been Call of Duty Black Ops. I usually don't spend a whole lot of time playing video games, but after being convinced by some of my buddies that I need to join the Call of Duty cult, I obliged and purchased a copy. The last few nights have been spent with my XBOX headset present, talking trash to little kids around the globe. I'm actually not really the one talking much trash. These kids obviously don't spend much time doing chores, or anything other than sitting in front of their television sets for days on end playing 1st person shooter games. They are some of the best gamers I've ever seen, and it's really starting to piss me off. I hate the fact that I'll never be as good as these kids, unless I want to dedicate most of my days for the rest of my life to XBOX. I guess I'll just keep being the shitty kid that nobody wants to pick for their school recess dodge ball team. Damn you all.

On Wednesday we received almost fifteen inches of snow. That's the second time in only a few weeks that we have been absolutely crushed with more than a foot of the white stuff. I still can't take my car out, which is horrible in snow, because a lot of parking lots have still not been completely cleared. I learned this the hard way last night after visiting one of my favorite eateries, Outback Steakhouse. The roads have been plowed pretty thoroughly so we decided to take my car out to eat. It wasn't until I entered the parking lot that I realized I had made a big mistake. I spent the next twenty minutes trying to push my rear bumper while Laura took over the wheel. It felt a lot like a scene from Rocky IV where I was training in the Soviet Union before going toe to toe with my arch nemesis Ivan Drago. Pretty embarrassing considering there was probably only an inch of snow in the lot. Lesson learned, don't buy a rear wheel drive vehicle if you live in the northeast.

The NFL football playoffs have officially started and I am super pumped up for tomorrow's showdown between the Pats and Jets. I've never seen so much trash talking revolve around feet in my life. I feel like I'm watching an episode of All My Children every time I turn on ESPN. I do have to say though, one of my all-time favorite press conference was presented by Wes Welker a few days ago. I've never seen Wes publicly make any comments that could be construed as trash talking, but his last press conference was classic. It is pretty impressive that he could go through this whole thing and never once crack a smile. Here is a condensed version of it in case any of you missed it.

I hope everyone enjoys the weekend, and go Pats!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Hey guys! Today I wanted to take some time to pay tribute to the man, the myth, the legend, Mr. Mark Cinelli. Mark is the Performance Director at Catz Sports Performance, and is my trainer along with all of our other professional and college baseball players. OK, enough of my mumbo jumbo, lets see the man in action. And keep in mind people, Mark once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now referred to as "The Islands."

Saturday, January 8, 2011


Since we are now in a new year I thought I would take a day to pick some of my favorite and most popular videos that I've made over the year and post them up here for everyone to watch. If you want to watch my other videos go to my Youtube page here ---> My Wicked Cool Video Collection I have some pretty good ideas for new videos, and because it's now 2011 they will have to be bigger and better than any videos I did to date. I hope everyone enjoys the videos and has a great weekend!

Thursday, January 6, 2011


I hope everyone is having a great week and is ready for the weekend. Since this week hasn't consisted of too many exciting things for me, I figured I would have some story time today. While eating Chiptole yesterday with my friend Alex he told a story that I thought I would share. My retelling of the tale will not do it justice, but I'll try my best.

As I was in the middle of stuffing my face with a Fajita Burrito with rice, extra veggies, chicken, mild and corn salsa, sour cream and cheese, Al was still preoccupied with what happened to him the day before.

"Dude you're not gonna believe what happened to me yesterday!" he said to me. If you knew him, you'd be used to hearing this type of beginning to his stories. For some reason really weird shit always seems to happen to him.

"I was going to visit my grandmother, so I went to buy her some donuts at Kane's." (Kane's is a local donut shop that is famous for pretty much all of their breakfast treats, but I love their honey dip donuts. They really may be some of the best in the world. If you haven't gone and live in this area I suggest you do. OK, Back to the story)

"I park the car and walk down the sidewalk towards Kane's. As I turn the corner of the building I look up and see this HUGE turkey standing at the door staring right at me. We made perfect eye contact with each other for like ten seconds. I didn't want to piss it off so I started to turn around to head back to my car. All of a sudden I heard feathers flapping furiously. I look over my shoulder and the thing is running right at me making crazy sounds. I said Holy Shit and start sprinting back to the car trying to open the door as fast as I could before the thing got me. The doors were locked and I didn't have time to find my key. I dove onto the hood and slid across to the other side. I took my keys and starting waving them at the thing to scare it away. It stopped for a minute so I dove in the passenger door. The thing was staring at me right outside the window so I started the car and took off down the street. I'm gonna get that turkey back though don't worry."

I wish I actually had a tape recorder while he was telling the story because it was way funnier the way he told it. Anyways, I didn't really believe him at first, but who the hell would make up a story about a giant turkey chasing you down the street when you're trying to buy your sweet old grandmother donuts. The thing that made me laugh the hardest was what happened next.

This morning I opened the paper to a random page while eating my breakfast. I couldn't believe what I saw on the page in front of me.

Enjoy your weekend, and if you're in the area watch out for the damn turkey.

Monday, January 3, 2011


Hi guys! How is everyone doing today? I hope you all had a great New Year's Day and are excited to get 2011 started off right. I really can't believe that it is already January. I feel like I just got home from Arizona only a few days ago and it's already been more than two months. In less than two months I will be at Spring Training in Florida getting ready for the 2011 season.

I've received a lot of questions lately about what I will be doing for my New Year's resolution. I honestly have never made a New Year's resolution before. I know it's a tradition, but for most things that I want to change I have to do it right on the spot and can never wait until the new year to change it. I guess I am a little anal when it comes to some things. Plus, I feel if I'm making a change just because it's a new year it probably isn't that important to me or I would have changed it already, and I'll probably quit on it after a few days. Here's kind of an example.

One thing that makes me laugh every year, and especially today, is my gym. I do my training at a place called Catz Sports Performance, but every now and then I stop into Planet Fitness to get a quick workout in. On most days I park three spots from the front door, walk in, and jump on the first treadmill I see. But every year on January 1st I pull into the parking lot and can't find a space within a quarter mile of the place. I have to park across town and battle my way through the cold and wind to get inside, where I'm met with a line longer than the one at the Apple Store when a new Iphone has just been released. I'll usually take a week or two off before I decide to head back there for a workout. By about January 20 I'll show back up, park three spots from the door, and jump back on my favorite treadmill. So much for that damn New Year's resolution.

Switching "geahs" for a minute, I was looking through my closet today and saw a few pairs of my favorite sneakers. I don't know what it is about shoes, but I have a few pairs that I think look so nice that I've never wore them. I've decided to have a little fun and have everyone post their coolest pair of sneakers online. Go to my Facebook page here ----> Matt Antonelli Fan Page and upload a picture of your sweetest pair. Here is a pair I'm digging big time. I bought these about a month after the Celtics won the NBA championship in 2008. I still haven't worn them yet.

Send me your pictures of some sick kicks and have a great Tuesday!