Wish I Was In Glendale
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
It’s way too cold up here in Chicago. I guess my blood has thinned. I need to head back down to spring training … not that I am getting an sympathy from my family (or many of you).
Against the Brewers:
Owens, CF; Ramirez, SS; Quentin, LF; Dye, RF; PK, DH; Betimet, 1B; Viciedo, 3B; Miller, C; Lillibridge, 2B. Buehrle pitching.
Each year, the White Sox (like most teams) hold an open tryout the first Saturday of March. Usually about 100 guys show up, and once and a while someone will get signed out of the camp for our minor league system.
I try to wander down each year just to get a feel. There are always interesting stories. This year was no exception.
There was one player from Chicago who had flown down with his parents to try out. The sense was that he had never played baseball before that day. We were literally afraid of the kid for his life during BP. He got eight pitches and actually made contact on one.
Two former big leaguers tried out.
One kid has his mom stretch him before the workout (note: not a great idea).
And the best story of 2009 was this …
As the camp began at 8 a.m., the grounds crew was out dragging the infield, setting up cages, etc.
One of the young kids dragging the infield asked what was going on.
“Try out camp,” he was told.
“Can anyone do it?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s open to anyone.”
With that he dropped his rake, told his co-workers he was heading to the car to get his gear and tossed over his shoulder the comment, “You can’t win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket.”
Alas, I think he’s back on the grounds crew today. It actually might pay better.