Hey everybody! I hope you all had a great July 4th weekend! I spent mine playing two games over the weekend in Buffalo, New York and then headed back to Syracuse for a night game on the 4th of July. It's always fun to play during this time of year, as they tend to be some of the best baseball days of the season with sold out crowds and post game fireworks. While in Buffalo, Laura and I were able to take a quick trip over to Niagara Falls to check it out. Unfortunately, the traffic was horrible and by the time we arrived we only had about twenty minutes to walk around and enjoy the scenery. Nonetheless, it was still a pretty cool sight and a shit ton of water.
In other news, over the years I've dealt with my fair share of injuries. (If you've followed my blog you know what I'm talking about) In my five year professional career I've hurt a knee, a hand, a wrist, a finger, a hamstring, my mental health, and the list goes on. A few days ago I hurt something I've never hurt before. Don't worry, it isn't anything serious, but it sure hurts like hell. The crazy part is, it doesn't really hurt when I play, but it kills when I'm sitting on the sofa at home watching TV. A few days ago I slid into second base ripping my pants and sliding shorts that I wear under my uniform. Unfortunately, they don't give you much time for a wardrobe change and I had to slide three more times in the game. The difference was I now had the opportunity to slide on my bare ass. I'm guessing not many people have tried this before, but I can tell you from experience, it's not very fun to run full speed and dive naked onto dirt. Anyways, I now have the biggest strawberry known to man, and its located in perhaps the most uncomfortable spot to have a bruise. I'd show you a picture, but I don't want the cops showing up at my door. Instead, here is a video a fan took of my reaction after I slid.
There hasn't been a whole lot to write about over the last few days since its been basically the same busy schedule for me. I have noticed one thing that I thought I would write about today. Most people I talk with are extremely confused when I tell them that I play baseball every single night. I've probably received a few dozen texts, emails, Facebook messages, etc. from people asking me what I was planing to do for the holiday weekend. When I told them I was playing in Buffalo and then back in Syracuse to play on the 4th they seemed really surprised. I received the same response every time, "You don't get a few days off to celebrate?" The funny part is I don't receive this question just on the 4th. I get asked all the time what I'll be doing for the weekend. Again, when I tell people I have games they are surprised we don't get the weekends off. When I inform them that we only have one off-day a month they look at me stunned, kind of like the jury just told them Casey Anthony was not guilty. Most think I am lying. I've always just assumed people knew that baseball was played every single night. If you don't count the All-Star break as days off, since some guys will be playing in the game, we only have five off-days for the entire season, which lasts a little more than five months. Crazy I know.
Well, I just got back from a game and I have a big thing of Chinese food sitting next to me waiting to be eaten. I hope everyone enjoys the rest of the week. I'm hungry!