As usual, I'm off to a slow start - definitely not as bad as last year though. I'm having good at bats, and hitting the ball hard, just not falling. And still under 25 at bats, so a knock here and there makes the world of a difference in the batting average. Not that I'm concerned about my numbers, but it's always nice to tell someone you are batting a high number. When I tell someone I'm batting .208, it really doesn't give the whole picture.
We just came off a stretch with four games in three days. I caught every inning, and my body is really beat. Luckily we have two off days before our DH Sunday. I can start to imagine the physical toll on professional baseball players, although I know I could go out get loose and play today, it's still incredible they play through six months of this. But I was thinking this morning as I sorely hobbled to the bathroom - imagine after all this, I got trucked by a 215 pounder in a play at the plate. I would wake up in a world of hurt - and still have to play.
The only thing really bothering me is that on Thursday (yesterday) my arm had nothing in it. It wasn't even that it was hurting, it was just dead. I don't know what to do at this point. Thankfully we have off days, but it's not comforting knowing that my arm can't play a week of baseball without losing some pop. And if you know me, pop in my arm is not something I have extra to spare. Another time to appreciate pro players.
I'd like to end off with a quote from Joe Crede, although it will be paraphrased because I can't find the official quote: The only time a baseball player is pain free is the first day of Spring Training.