Ahhhh yes, the season may finally start. Just a few more days left, and then we get to begin our quest for excellence. On a rough note, my boys Grant Gregg and Kevin Beavers were released this past week, and I just want to take a second and send out some love to those boys because they were a couple of awesome guys.
So now I'm in Lake Elsinore, California,
soaking up as much sun as my pasty white rack of bones can handle, and let me
tell you, I'm gonna be lookin'
Latin when I leave this place. I live with an awesome host family that
has a great set up for this upcoming season. Just a few minutes away from
the field, and there is always a big meal waiting for me. I'm not gonna lie though, these
Anyway, we just got done with a few workouts in the sun as well as under the lights, but there was nothing like getting our brains beat in by the San Diego Padres. The game was fun, tons of fans, and truthfully, whiting out the fifteen to four score, we showed a lot of potential for this season. We had the Latin connection out on the mound for us, and they looked promising, especially when they were facing all the big boys of our organization.
I'm feeling pretty good about how my arm is feeling, and as soon as I pull my head out of the place where I powder everyday before games, I think that I might break the five hundred mark, record wise, and have an impressive but deceiving to the outside-looking-in 8.00 ERA. In all honesty though I feel great and I'm excited to start the season. The weather is nice so far, I do hate the heat, but lets face it, I'm going to get to pitch in my thirty-degree weather so I might as well get used to my eye brows and my ears starting on fire at least three times a week.
I had just got into town a few days ago, and Jared Wells and I went to meet up with our host family. We came over to their house and as they were giving us the full tour, we went over to the pool. Everything looked nice and comforting, until I looked down and saw the Anti-Christ wiggling in the pool. It was a baby, but not small, bastard looking tarantula. I mean like Arachnophobia all over again. When I saw that thing, I was in the house, in the bathroom, in the shower with the door locked before anyone could smell the mess I had just made in my pants. I mean I was so scared, and yeah sure, the brown ones aren't poisonous, and yeah they don't bite, but cars aren't supposed to hit people, and movies aren't supposed to give crazy little punk kids ideas either. I was still picturing that stupid little critter eating my eyes out and driving its toothpick fangs into my jugular. So yeah whatever, I'm a cookie and I'm scared of spiders, or anything that has more that two legs that five year olds could squash with their toys, but whisper in my ear and ask me if I care. Put me in a cage with a tiger; don't put me on the same block with a damn spider.
Anyway, again I must apologize to
the three of you that read this, mom, dad, Kristen, I'm sorry for a few weeks
ago when the article was not out, but I'm here again and I'm still crackin' away. Kristen and I decided that we would
get a little puppy while she was visiting me. It's a very little, cute
My parents are very eager to come
out and see me throw, because they haven't been out to see my yet this year.
I would love for them to come out and visit
Email Sean via his editor at Renwick@SanDiegoSports.net