Tuesday, August 30, 2011


I have to confess. Many of you have seen my Nerf basketball video where my former roommate Wade Leblanc of the San Diego Padres and I drain some pretty ridiculous shots in our run down living room during Spring Training. Well, the truth is, a lot of those shots weren't made on the first try. In fact, some of them took five, ten, even twenty tries. But today I have something better for you. We're not joking around with this shot. No Nerf basketballs. I'm talking about the real thing. And this shot was made on the first try. No re-takes. No edits. First shot of the day. Swish. The shot is made by my current teammate J.D. Martin and he needs some props. If my shitty Nerf basketball shots made it all the way to ESPN and First Take then this shot needs to get there too. With you're help, and J.D.'s super human talents, I'm positive it will. Here you go.

Saturday, August 27, 2011


I've always wondered why the hell weather reporters have to stand outside during their live footage when covering really dangerous storms. I'm watching news coverage of Hurricane Irene right now on The Weather Channel and some idiot is standing on the coast of Virginia Beach giving live coverage of the storm. The wind is blowing about 75 MPH, the rain is so hard that I can't even see the damn guy, and he can't talk because he is chocking on water. He has said about ten times, "there is a severe weather warning and you should take cover and stay away from windows and please DO NOT leave your house. If you know anyone that is thinking about going outside please tell them to STAY INSIDE!!!" Yet, this numb nut is standing in the eye of the storm with a microphone. Well, they just lost the connection to this guy and don't really seem to be very concerned, so I'll go back to ESPN. Seriously though I hope everyone is safe this weekend.

Anyways, it has been a busy week for me. We played a four game series against the Pawtucket, Red Sox so I was able to go home for four days for the first time since the beginning of February. The weird thing about the baseball season is that we travel so much it felt like I was just home a few days ago. The season is really a blur and sometimes you lose track of time and forget where you are and how long you have been away. The cool part about going back home was that we played one of our games at Fenway Park. Although I had previously hit a few times at Fenway, it was my first time every playing a game there. It was pretty exciting to play on the same field as many of my childhood idols. I would have loved to take one "ova the Monstah" in my four at-bats, but I forgot to eat my Wheaties that day and only managed a single and double. Either way it was still a great time and awesome atmosphere. Thanks to everyone that came out to the game to cheer us on and take in the game.

Right now I am getting mentally prepared, because Hurricane Strasburg is making its way to Alliance Bank Stadium in Syracuse tonight at 7:05. It should be total chaos, which should make the game quite fun. I think they are expecting a sell out crowd, which would make for the biggest crowd this year. If you are in the area come down and check it out!

Lastly, one of my teammates JD Martin made one of the most amazing basketball shots I've ever seen, and it was done on his very first try. I'm going to throw the video up here in a few days and it is our job to get this thing on ESPN somehow. I have faith we can do it! Until then, have a great weekend!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


Wooooo!!! College!!! The good old days right? Well, this is just another sign that I'm just getting old. Last night around 2:30 AM I was awakened by a dozen teenage kids horribly singing along to Britney Spears and Jon Bon Jovi. Over the past few months I've thought it was extremely strange that I haven't seen one neighbor of mine in my apartment complex. Well, I have it figured out now. School was out of session over the summer, so the apartment emptied out, and to my liking was completely silent from May through July. Now it's August, school is back, and so are those damn students. I've quickly learned that I have extremely thin walls, hate college kids, and 95% of Americans sing like shit.

Flipping subjects, a few days ago I helped out with a local baseball clinic that was held at our home field here in Syracuse. I'm not sure how many of you guys have seen the show "Kids Say the Darnedest Things," but I remember watching it back when I was probably in middle school. One of my favorite parts about working the baseball clinics is hearing the outrageous things most of the kids have to say.

We took the first ten minutes to huddle up the group of 85 kids to ask and answer any questions they may have for us. One of my teammates asked the kids, who ranged in ages six to twelve, "who wants to one day be a professional baseball player?" As expected, about 90% of the kids started screaming, "I do! I do! I do!" One little kid in the back who looked to be about eight years old raised his hand, and when I asked him what was up he responded, "I want to be a professional baseball player for the money!" I've got to say that's the first time I've ever heard someone under the age of twenty hit me with that response. I'm guessing Scott Boras will be in contact with his parents in the near future.

Last week we were in the great city of Buffalo, New York playing a quick two game series against the Buffalo Bisons. At approximately 8 AM the most annoying fire alarm in the world went off. Not only was it the loudest thing in the world, but it talked to you. "Attention! This is an emergency! Please use the stairs and exit the building!" I did what I, and everyone else, normally does when an alarm goes off while staying at a hotel. First, you lay in bed until either the alarm shuts off, or you can't stand to listen to it anymore. You roll out of bed cursing, "who the @$#% pulled the fire alarm. I'm going to kill those damn kids!" You open the door and check the hallway. Is there smoke? Are people screaming as they sprint down the hallway and towards the exit? Nope, coast is clear. You return to your room and look out the window. Is there a fire outside? Smoke? People running for their lives? Doesn't seem like it. Back to check out the hallway. Why the @#%$ is the alarm still going off?!?!

At this point my roommate and I had to get up and leave the room. There was no quit in this fire alarm. We got to the stairwell on the 7th floor and realized there was nowhere to go. The thing was packed with people. After waiting in line for about five minutes the alarms finally went off and we were told there was no emergency. Unfortunately we had to be up for our day game in another hour so there was no need going back to bed. I love living in hotels.

Lastly, some of you have been wondering why I haven't played the last few games. Well, a few days ago I dove for a ball and somehow landed oddly on my ribs. It is nothing serious and I was given a few days to rest up. I was supposed to be back in the lineup two days ago but we've been rained out back to back days. I'm back in there today. Speaking of that, it's time to head to the field. I hope you all enjoy your week!

Thursday, August 11, 2011


I haven't been writing over the last week or so because of a few reasons. The first one is that I haven't had Internet in a while. I apparently went over my monthly limit on my Verizon card so I have to wait another few days before I can resume using it. Luckily we are in Buffalo, New York right now and the hotel Internet is free. I've also been mostly on the road over the last ten days spending four in Toledo, Ohio, four in Columbus, Ohio, and now two in Buffalo, New York. I can't wait for our upcoming eight game home stand.

I've had some interesting things happen to me over the last few days. First, I was eating at Ted's Montana Grill. If you haven't been there before you should try it out. They have bison burgers which are supposedly a lot better for you than normal beef burgers, although I'm not sure anything can reverse the damaging effects eating McDonald's and Burger King four days a week from the ages of eight to twenty-two had on my vital organs. Anyways, after paying for my meal I received my six dollars in change back from my waiter. It was paid to me with four one dollar gold coins and a two dollar bill. I didn't even know there were one dollar gold coins and I thought only my grandmother gave me two dollar bills as a little kid. At first I thought it was a joke, but apparently you can use both forms of payment. How exciting.

On a totally different subject, if you've ever wondered what it feels like to get hit with a ninety MPH fastball in the ribs I'll fill you in. It hurts like hell! This is what my ribs looked like three weeks after being hit by a pitch. Remember, this is three weeks later. Please disregard the extreme paleness of my skin. I seem to be allergic to the sun.

In other news, Mark Antonelli just received his one hundredth autograph request in the mail today. For some reason it was sent to me, and even though I've checked MILB.com fifty times I still haven't been able to find a Mark Antonelli in the minor leagues.

Switching gears once again, I've sadly decided to give up on my aspirations of having better hair than both Bradley Cooper and Matthew McConaughey, two of my hair idols. The length of my hair was really starting to get out of control and there is only so many times a guy can brush his hair behind his ear with his fingers before he is forced to draw a line and shave his head. It was a good six months, but like my girlfriend says, the hair had to go.

Well, its getting late and we have a day game tomorrow, so I'm going to sleep. I hope everyone enjoys their Thursday.