Wednesday, June 20, 2012


Hey what's going on everyone? So we've been traveling a lot lately, but I guess that's what happens when you don't have a home field. Right now we are in Louisville, Kentucky, playing the Louisville Bats, the Triple-A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds. We just finished a series up a few days ago in Syracuse, New York, my old stomping grounds where we played the Syracuse Chiefs, the Triple-A affiliate of the Washington Nationals. As many of you know, I spent last season with Syracuse, so it was great to be back and visit with many of my former teammates and coaches. It was also great to see some friends that I was able to meet while playing with Washington. It is always a little strange to play against the team that you spent an entire season with, but I guess I'm starting to get used to it considering this is now my fourth professional team. (Is it bad I actually had to take a few seconds to think back and count on my fingers to make sure I got the number of teams correct?) Anyways, while spending the four days in Syracuse I had some time to do a quick interview with Jason Benetti, the best radio and TV voice in the business. (I say that in hopes that I can score some free tickets when Jason is working in the NFL) All jokes aside, Jason does a pretty damn good job. Hope you enjoy and I will talk to you later!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


I think I'm going to start hanging out at airports more. Although it sucks having to fly from city to city every few days, the entertainment I receive while waiting for my flights may be worth it. Every single time I fly somewhere I witness something I've never seen before. As many of you know I have been placed on the DL for the past two weeks with a sprained joint in my hand. The team flew me to New York City last week to meet with our hand doctor to see exactly what the problem may be. On my way there I had the privilege of watching a man scream at the top of his lungs while picking up his ticket at automatic check-in. "65 dollars for a seat!?!?! How the hell is my seat 65 dollars!?!?! For a $#%@ing seat!?!?! 65 dollars?!?!" This went on for a good five minutes. He yelled at every person that walked by, yet I still have no idea what the hell he is talking about. What does that even mean? He already had purchased his ticket if he is checking in. I guess 65 dollars for a seat upgrade? I have no clue, but it was still fun to watch everyone's reaction to him. Next I waited in line for security, a place where you know something strange is going to happen. A guy walks up to the entrance and asks the employee that checks your boarding pass and I.D. if this is the line for American. He responds that this is the security line for American, but the check-in line for American is down the hall. "So this is the line for American?" he asks again. The employee once again says its the security line, but he needs to have a boarding pass to pass through security. "So, American is through here?" HELLO, I'M EARTH HAVE WE MET? I DON'T THINK SO!

Anyways, I flew to NYC and had my hand checked. Turns out I have a sprained joint in my hand and needed a cortisone shot. I haven't been allowed to swing a bat for the last two weeks, and will attempt to do so for the first time this weekend. Hopefully everything feels good. If I have no pain I think I should be back in the lineup rather quickly. Just another pain in the ass issue with my hands, but at least this one doesn't seem to be that serious. *Knock on wood* 

Well, I wish I had more to say, but I need to go some laundry. It's been far too long, and I don't even know if my hotel has laundry machines in it. You guys take care! 

Monday, June 4, 2012


Hey what's going on everyone? Once again, it has been a long time since I've been able to find some free time to sit down and write about what's transpired over the past few weeks. I really cannot believe it has almost been three weeks since I left Norfolk and joined Scranton. Let me give you a quick update on what has happened since I've arrived.

I ended up driving twelve hours from Norfolk, Virginia, to Rochester, New York, about three weeks ago to join my new team, the Scranton Wilkes-Barre Yankees. The drive was supposedly only suppose to take about ten hours, but my GPS is the absolute worst and decided to continually take me off the highway and place me on a one lane road through town. I'm still not sure why I kept listening to it, but I figured the stupid machine that was built to guide you from one place to another should know more about the travel plans than I would. I guess I was wrong. Here is a video I sent Laura after driving over two hours from small town to small town somewhere in the middle of Maryland. I am actually surprised how calm I sound because inside I wanted to punch someone.

Anyways, there have only been a few things that stick in my head as I think back over the past few weeks. We just had a Pacific Coast League like travel day four days ago. We had a 4 AM wake up call and 6 AM flight out of Buffalo, New York, to Baltimore, Maryland. We then had a four hour layover until flying from Baltimore to Norfolk, Virginia. After arriving around 2 PM we quickly checked into our hotel and headed to the ballpark to play my former team in a double-header. I'm still not sure who's bright idea it was to schedule a double-header after a ten hour travel day, but it wasn't very bright in my opinion.

To makes things even better, during the four day trip to Norfolk we ended up playing a total of 52 innings. Today's game ended in the 13th inning when both teams had to use position players to pitch the last two innings of the game after both teams had gone through every bullpen pitcher available. The high and low pitch speeds of the inning were officially recorded at 77 and 51 MPH, which is not only awesome but extremely impressive. And, just when you thought things couldn't possible get any worse, I was placed on the seven day disabled list with a hand issue. It is not the same hand that caused me problems the last time, but I have had discomfort in this hand over the past few weeks and am scheduled to receive an MRI tomorrow. I'm starting to realize that with the durability of my hands and wrists and the amount of vowels in my last name I should have been a soccer player.  Hopefully everything is OK and these seven days off will be what I need to get back to feeling OK. We will see.

Lastly, if you are reading this I guess you already figured this out, but I ended up having to change my site to After waking up one morning in Buffalo I realized I never renewed my old address of and someone had already jumped on it and taken it from me. To my surprise I was able to grab which was not available to me a few years ago when I was first putting together my blog. I guess everything happens for a reason.

Well, we are about to pull into our hotel in Durham and I am craving a Cookout burger, so I will talk to everyone later. Take care!