Thompson Tuesdays

Monday morning, 7:45, its early in the big league locker room. Just another day at the park, except about ten of us have little cursers that are glowing above our heads like video games. Those ten of us were all part of a departure to the other side. No, there was no red tag in my locker, no tap on the shoulder from the clubby saying "A coach is looking for you," just a casual "Hey Thomps, can I see you in here?" 

Yep, Monday I was the victim of a vicious demotion.  Ok, in all honesty, it wasn't that bad.  I had a great time on the big league side.  I learned a ton, and took several positives from my experience.  How many people can say that one of the reasons I know that I can't sing, is because Trevor Hoffman, Eric Young, and our vivacious trainer, Kelly, lashed into my performance during our 'Padre Idol.'  It was just an amazing time that I will always remember.  The game of baseball doesn't stop though, I don't have to stop throwing strikes, and I don't have to stop striving to get to the top.  For me, each day I get one step closer to The Show.  This whole time has given me a taste.  I mean they really tease you with this whole Big League Spring Training thing, but this time has given me that much more of an incentive to get to the top and stay.  I know that in the end of this Spring Training, at the end of this season, and at the end of my career, I will look back on this, and know that this was where it all started, and this was the beginning of a long term relationship between me and a big league career.  

Today is the first workout that I will have on the other side.  I'm very excited to go out and get my work done, and strive for improvements in every aspect of my game.  Practice doesn't make perfect, it doesn't make you flawless.  In fact practice really annoys me and pisses me off, but it makes you the best that you can with what you put into it.  After being on the other side, I know that I have so much more in myself that I can put out.  I can't wait for people to see what I really have in my 165 lb, questionable endurance and durability, wiry, small, frame.  Yeah, it's not the size of the dog in the fight, its the size of my foot in your a$$ and the smile on my face as you walk back to the dugout. 

So, that's the end of my tough guy stuff, and now on a more personal note.  For the next few weeks, or at least until Spring Training is over, each article might get a little more intense.  I'm going to be burnt out all the time, it's going to be scorching outside, and since I'm getting up before most of your grandparents in the morning, I'm not going to be a happy camper.  So parental discretion is advised for the reading of this article until Spring Training is over.  Well, for now and until next time, keep reading and I'll keep writing.  Oh and also, the Eighteenth Kristen is coming to see me and I can't wait to see her, and if you are questioning my sexual preference because of my picture on the San Diego website, just go to the University of Tennessee's soccer page.  Trust me, she gorgeous, way out of my league, but she is mine.  HA!

She is number 8, and her last name is Doukakis.

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