Well, I finally went and started my official comeback into the world of organized baseball. As many of you might know, I was playing in a semi-pro league in 2005 when my arm gave out on me. Today, I began training with Greg Brown, a former Florida Marlins prospect and current college baseball coach. To say this man knew what he was doing would be a huge understatement. The man fixed my swing in a matter of minutes and had me crushing the ball like I’ve never done in under 10 minutes. Of course, this shouldn’t come as a shock since this guy trains Manny Ramirez, Miguel Tejada, and Dontrelle Willis, among others. I hope to train with Greg at least once a week for a couple of months to help bring my swing up to date, and work on my horrific outfield “skills”.

The first half of the session went well, as it involved only hitting but the last 20 minutes or so had to do with fielding and particularly, running. Let’s just say I pulled a Roberto Duran and yelled out “no mas” a little earlier than I had hoped. Had I gone any further, I would have probably fainted and/or died of an Asthma attack. The great news? I felt 0% pain while hitting and throwing long distances. The good news? I can still hit well. The terrible news? I am in the worst shape of my life. In the last game I played in I was a speedy yet powerful hitter that weighed 215 lbs. Today at training, I weighed in at a horrendous 238 lbs. That’s life in Suburbia, fatherhood, and stresses, not to mention lots of Taco Bell.

Below are a few pictures captured by Tatiana. There will be more next week.

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