You Got the Nice One

Did I mention we were given cars to drive while we are here in Rimini? Well let me tell you mine is a real beauty. I do not know its age but it has lived a tough life, the odometer reads 168,000 kilometers. There is a hole in the dash were the radio belongs; all the service lights in the instrument panel stay continually lit. I'm not sure if this is a malfunction or the battery, engine, oil, and radiator are all shot. My guess it's a little of both. It does have functioning air conditioning, somethings just don't add up. The white exterior hasn't been washed in years and it has been involved in an accident in the recent past. Now the rear passenger door takes a little extra effort to shut. Pretty it is not, but it does drive...

The Squatter

I have been spoiled. In my fifteen years as a professional baseball player I have seen countless ballparks and locker rooms. I have seen the lowliest clubhouses of Medicine Hat Alberta and Nashville, Tennessee.(two of the all time worst) As well as the luxuries and comforts of the major league stadiums. I was shocked at my discovery here in Rimini in our own locker room. The locker room is pretty standard in a low level kind of way, I was not expecting luxury in the first place. I have had locker rooms that have been worse. Nothing prepared me for what I was to find when I pulled open the door to the bathroom stall. I let out a burst of laughter as I stared at the ceramic treaded footplacements that are strategically placed in the basin with a hole. They call it the squatter. No need for reading material now.