Tuesday in Tucson
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Odds and Ends in Camp Today
Nick Swisher joined the ranks of the position players in camp this morning … Joe Crede fielded ground balls again today as he worked to return from back surgery …
Jim And Cooperstown
Twice this winter, Jim and Chuck Thome trips to Cooperstown were snowed out. Jim and I talked about when the next opportunity to visit the baseball shrine would present itself given our season and when he might make it to bring his 500th home run to Cooperstown.
He figures I am a jinx — not the first to consider that — at least as far as the weather was concerned.
"And then the day I was going to come down here we were supposed to get a storm," Jim laughed. "I’m thinking, not again."
Speaking of snow, as we walked off the 16th green today, someone did remind us that we could be shoveling snow right now.
My spouse kept mentioning the temperature today each time I spoke to her on the phone … something like six degrees. I’m not sure why.
Joey Cora was all over me this morning for claiming that I was at the complex at 6:30 a.m. the other day, saying I lied. I told him I pulled into the parking lot, checked my messages and email and walked into the building at 6:43 am according to my car’s clock. He still thinks I lied.
So, now I am correcting my "error."
And good to know Joey is reading … he must be bored.
See you bright and early tomorrow morning.
Laughs all around today at the long-expected diatribe by my favorite columnist in our favorite, albeit dramatically-shrinking-right-before-our-eyes, tabloid. I think the best approach for those frustrated by his rantings (you all know the drill by heart: everything wrong in the world, including evidently now, talk radio, is Jerry’s fault; Ozzie is heading toward self-destruction; the media who cover the Sox on a daily basis are lapdogs, etc.) is this: consider how much of what he writes seems to be autobiographical. That would go a long way toward explaining the in-print fixations, conspiracy theories, obsessions, paranoia and repeated rantings and ramblings on the same topics, over and over and over and over again. Maybe instead of a weekly trip to Tony’s Dr. Melfi, a column spews forth?
I sent an email to Jerry this morning telling him that now, in addition to always listing his age, he is "nearing retirement."
I think he appreciated the news.
I’ve spent the last two nights talking by video call to my family in Chicago. Pretty cool stuff to get to see and hear the kids during the month or so while I’m here in Tucson. They bought the camera for me for Christmas and it is the perfect gift.
There’s something special about seeing a seven-year-old’s loose tooth rather than just hearing about it.
Golf Tourney News
Mark Salas was in the fivesome behind mine on Monday as we played our annual Dbacks/White Sox Charity Pro-Am at The Gallery Golf Course in Tucson.
With everyone watching, Salas took to a Par-3 tee with a Parsimmon (spelling?) wood in hand.
"That club is older than I am," a friendly PR guy yelled to him.
"I got this club from Wilson when I signed my very first professional contract," Salas replied.
"Then it is older than me," the PR guy answered.