I have a workout next saturday with the Van Nuys Angels - a baseball team for 18+ in the LA Muni leagues. I think these guys are serious. They have a CEO and general manager, and it costs $1000 to field a team. I'm feeling pretty anxious considering I haven't swung a bat since 1999. And I've never played with Americans before. 6'5, 250 pound Americans who've been playing since the age of 3. What the hell am I getting myself into?? They're gonna be throwing 80 plus, and they wear metal spikes... i'm feeling sick. Nobody in Canada can throw a curveball. What the am I gonna do when I see one?
I figured when I show up for practice, I should at least look the part of a serious baseball player. That may be enough to fool them into thinking I'm good. Hey, it works at the office.... I got my glove, spikes, sliding shorts with cup, sliding pants, wristbands for extra flair, and batting gloves. My contacts won't be ready in time.... That worries me. I mean, who plays baseball in $400 Dolce & Gabanna designer frames? They're going to think I'm a metrosexual or something. And what the hell kinda word is that anyway? I'm not sexually attracted to subway trains.
Posted by G at February 14, 2004 03:24 PM | TrackBackMaybe you just haven't met the right train.
Posted by: Vivek at February 16, 2004 08:04 AM