A Game of Aspirins

Hello all. Thanks for the comments on the last post. Mom and Dad, Love ya. Emily, thanks for the comments and I was ready for Big Foot, tell Joey he's my best friend...I hope you guys have a great time with Alex. Steph, thanks for being incredible. Nikki and Alicia, I'm glad you guys had/are having a good time in AZ and thanks for the background noises, Alicia. Tell Bostyn hi from her other uncle. To Don and Petie, thanks for following and I just read your comment the other day. I hope baseball and the wine is still great. I'm sure both are ;). To everyone else, much love.

Alrighty, well I had a game today against New Hampshire. I woke up feeling great this morning. Made an egg omelet and just felt so good. I have been kinda mopey as of late, but today was different. I was smiling all day. Had a great convo. with Steph and everything was right in the world. I went to team "Chapel" and the day just kept getting better. Eddy, 1B, came up to me in the clubhouse before BP and said,

"Hey Tony, you alright today?"
"Oh yeah, just felt down the past couple of days and I woke on the right side of the bed this morning."
"Well good, ever since you got here, all I ever see is smiling and the kinda kid I used to be. I knew something was wrong with you the past couple of days and that is not like you."

Eddy kinda looks out for me like a brother.
He then said,(In a very strong spanish accent)
"Tony, you have to be happy playing baseball. Cause one day, it's gonna be gone away. Be happy papa."
He then took his arm and rubbed it against mine. Something he has been doing every game because I just can't miss a ball right now and he wants my luck. I don't mind but if you have ever played baseball...Superstitution is fucking huge. I try to do everything the same every day. For example, before I go to the plate,

I strapped my gloves twice,
Walk behind the umpire,
Rubbed my hands together,
Bring them to my face in a prayer position,
(I'll never tell you what I'm thinking),
Spit behind the umpire,
Make the sign of the cross on the plate,
and say in my head,
"Bring that weak ass shit, you motherfucker."

So we took BP today and I was just running all over the outfield. Hootin and hollerin at guys, catching balls, and laughing with teammates.
So then the game started. Pretty good crowd. I DH'd tonight hitting 8th.
I would like to tell you that I had another good game. I would be lieing if I did. I went 0-4 with two strikouts. But the fucking funny thing is, I still felt great. Haha, I felt like my swing was incredible tonight. But tonight the damn ball looked like an aspirin. This will not be my last 0-4 night, but let's just hope I do not get frequented by this performance ;)

Now to talk a little baseball. I play with and against guys who have played at the Single A level all the way to the Big Show. But something that I do not change is how I look at the game. When guys disect every single pitch, every single count, different strike approaches....I start to think to much. Thinking = bad. As my brother Alex would say,
"Just swing the damn bat little bro. The rest will take care of itself."

I see one guy on the damn mound with a ball.
I want to hit that ball.
That would be great.

That approach could be why I am in Quebec instead of Kauffman Stadium (GO ROYALS!!!)

Ugh...they suck.

That is all for tonight. I love you all and I hope to hear from you soon. Love ya.