Anyway, at the end of practice, one of the guys says, "Sorry about tomorrow," and I'm like, "Huh?" And he says, "For how sore you're gonna be."
What? Really? Come on. I'm in, I would think, the best shape of my life. I work out all the time, and do all different things -- spin, biking, weights, Pilates. I shouldn't be THAT sore.
And yet, the next morning I was near paralyzed, from my insteps to the top of my neck, and everything in between. Two days later and even sneezing is torture. This is truly sad. It makes me wonder what the point of working out is, if it's not preparing me for situations like this.
Anyway, in spite of all that, I did do pretty well. I was glad to see that my hitting was very solid, if a bit inconsistent. I hit a bunch of very hard liners and some pretty good ones into the outfield as well. And my throwing arm is great. As for fielding ... well, I never quite adjusted to Chicago-style ball. I really like catching with a glove.
So if I play they'll probably put me in right field. Like all your power hitters.