The morning after the two nights before
The good news: it’s not a bad Achilles that’s the problem.
The bad news: it’s a calcium deposit.
That’s according to Trainer Gary, who gave me the once over after yesterday’s doubleheader. Whatever it is, it’s painful and prevents me from using my blazing speed (hey, it is fantasy camp, right?)
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In a prefect world, we would all bat 1.000, strike out every opposing batter, and make every fielding play with style. But even here, baseball is a zero-sum game. Add up all the wins and losses and they’re the same. Although they don’t officially keep stats down here, I would say a good number of guys keep their own in their head. I have been “guilty” of that myself, as if it makes a difference in the grand scale of things, even at the professional sports level (sorry, for sounding so philosophical; didn’t get much sleep last night).
Anyway, up early to wait for the first bus so I can get to the trainer’s room for treatment.


















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