Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Day Before Full-Squad
Today marked the final workout with just pitchers and catchers officially in camp … pitchers threw to hitters today for the first time … word is that Danny Richar will be late reporting due to visa issues (Ozzie was not happy) …
Ozzie on Tomorrow
Ozzie is already fired up (I almost wrote juiced but thought that’d be the wrong word to use) to speak to the team tomorrow in his annual address.
"I’m going to record it for my own records," he laughed, although he may be serious. "This year’s speech will be a littel different than it’s been in the past.
"It’s going to be a fun meeting. No matter what I say, it’s about their (the players’) performance."
Lunch Table Conversations
Some of the very best, and funniest, conversations each day occur in the community lunch room.
I can’t betray people but I can mention some of the topics …
Like the other day when debates ranged from is hunting a sport to what to watch on the one big-screen television: Daytona 500 or golf (you can guess who wanted what).
The hunting debate went something like this:
"How can you call that a sport? You’re sitting in a cage in a tree. You put garbage down on the ground to attract the bears and then you shoot them. How do you consider that a sport? Maybe if the animals were armed it would be fair …"
And on and on and on.
Ozzie often entertains the lunch room crowd with amazing one-man, one-act plays. I truly wish I could video tape him in action. It’s like being at an improv shop where someone in the audience yells out three topics and the troupe pulls together a play.
Tomorrow, I’m going to try "Hugo Chavez, oil imports and the Detroit Tigers."
I’ll let you know how it goes.
I read your comments to my last post and didn’t realize how much my cactus story (actually Mike Gellinger’s cactus story) reverberated with readers.
So, just to assure everyone …
No one was hurt during Monday’s golf classic and no cacti were harmed during the 5-hour round.
Charlie Haeger shot a 74, A 74! Amazing.
Nick Masset was teed up on one hole only to see a golfer from the fairway next to us sprint into our fairway looking for his ball. "Wait," someone told the pitcher. "There’s someone in our fairway."
"It’s Kenny!" someone else laughed.
"Hurry up and hit," someone urged Masset.
"No way," he said. "No way I’m taking that chance."
A friend from Chicago is down for a day or two and I was suppose to golf with him today. Too much work kept me in the office. Instead, Harold Baines, Javier Vazquez and another player were going to show up for our foursome. I can’t wait to talk to my friend, who probably hasn’t swung a club in five months and now has to teed it up with professional athletes.
Worth a laugh …