Baseball

I know it's been a little while since I have posted, but I have been really busy. I just got back from Texas today. I went on a visit to the University of the Incarnate Word, it's catholic but that's not important. Their baseball team is really good and the compitition is also good.

I have a big decision to make now, I have two great offers from UIW and Delta State. Both have a great school and great baseball programs. I have to make a decision by tomorrow (Wednesday). It's going to be tough to decide, but I think I will make the right decision.

Weird Dreams

We all have those nights where we just have really weird dreams. They are almost awkward. Here it is...

I'm on a baseball team that is nearly the same roster as my high school team. We are out of town somewhere at a tournament, and we are walking up to the fields. We start playing our first game of two for the night, and I'm not playing this one. Alex Alvarez is catching for some odd reason (if you don't know him he is a really skinny 2nd baseman). Anderson Walker (preacher) is our coach. When he calls a play for hitting or fielding he uses signs with words from the Bible on them, the only two words I remember are Sacrifice and Elijah. That game ends and we start walking to another field where our next game is... for some reason we don't stop at that field and we go to the hotel which is right behind the fields. I walk in my room and I am with Blake Rice and when we walk in I see 4 or 5 girls that I have dated in the past sitting in there. I have no clue why they were there. While I'm feeling a little wigged out about why they are there, so I just start unpacking my clothes and drinks. When I begin putting some drinks in the refridgerator I realize what Mom has given me.... Caprisuns, baby gatorades, and juicy juice. When I finally get the nerve to ask the girls why they are in our room Mom woke me up so I don't know what happens next.

That dream might rank in the top 3 weirdest dreams I have ever had.

Bad Days

On Thursday I had a terrible day, it started off with a 9 a.m. practice and since it rained ALL night the field was muddy and nasty. After practice Anthony and I were headed back to our host house and while we were on the interstate a tire blewout. We finally get to a stopping place where I can change the tire and for those who don't know in a Mercedes you don't jack it up by the axel (that took me 30 minutes and for the car to fall off the jack 3 times for me to realize that). We get the tire on and start down the interstate, and we are driving 20 mph for 2 and a half miles because the spare tire is nearly flat and its wobbling some. We get to the tire place to get a new one, they can't get it in until the next morning so I wanted them to air up the other tire and see why it's wobbling. The owner comes to me and says, "We need you to come look at your car, it's not good." Automatically that's never a good thing to hear. I came very close to costing the Woodruff family a pretty penny. I found out that there are different lugs to use on a spare tire (they are shorter). They were surprised that the tire didn't fall off on the way there. I stripped the lugs and where the lugs go in (don't know what it's called but its expensive). If they couldn't fix it then I would have to buy new lugs and that part. Luckily, they fixed both and saved me sooooo much money.