I made it. I was freaking out on Kelly Johnson and maybe Luis Perez over the major league level showers. I was jumping up and down in front of them and they were giggling. I was in awe.
My role was to cover Colby Rasmus at center. I was shagging flies with him out on the field and was amazed at how much ground he covered, his glove was a magnet to all those fly balls. It was impossible for me to do what he does. Just last week, I misjudged an easy fly at softball. Nevertheless, John Farrell said, "if Colby's out, you're in," which was a great boost for my confidence.
After warm-up, the guys decided to have a round of 'bieber my balls,' where we all gathered in a circle and knee'd each other in the crotch, crane-style. Extra points were given to the guys who got both knees in. Jason Frasor was my partner, and he was easy to bieber.
After my turn, I realized that it was close to game time, and I was out of uniform. I was sitting on a bench in front of the lockers watching Colby Rasmus hurriedly getting dressed. Right beside his locker was mine, getting restocked, I just sat there marvelling over my last name in blue and white.