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!