Guess what? I’m going to be the American League bullpen catcher for the All Star game. Weird. I knew I’d get to the All Star game someday…I just didn’t know it’d be this way. Baseball’s strange like that. You just never know.
So I’d love to say I’m completely confident in my abilities – but I’m not. I’ve gotta admit, I’m a bit scared. It’s been six years since I’ve caught a pitcher for cryin out loud. And from my vantage point, the game keeps getting faster and I just keep getting slower (and grayer.) Or the other possibility (which I’m clinging to dearly) is that squatting down and catching will be just like riding a bike.
To be honest, I think I’ll be alright. It’s mainly my left thumb that I’m really concerned about. When I learned that I had this gig, I immediately rummaged through the garage to find my old thumb cast…with no success. There’s still a little time left and a few places I haven’t looked, so hopefully I can locate my safety blanket. I really like my thumb, and with all the lefties on the American League staff, I think I’ll need it.
One good thing is that I’ll also be catching in the bullpen for the Future’s game on Sunday. That’ll give me a moment to get my bearings and hopefully get up to speed. Or, maybe it’ll destroy me. Maybe one day of squatting in the bully will require three weeks to recover from. That’s alright, I think I can rely on adrenaline to get me through the events on Tuesday.
Check back…I’ll keep posting my experiences over the next few days. Say a prayer for me and my thumb, por favor.