2/26/2006-2/27-2006 Minnesota Twins, Ft. Myers, Florida
Sorry to be missing in action for awhile. I have been in Ft. Myers with my boys (oh yeah, and my boyfriend) watching practices. My boys look good so far. Johan's arm looks just as strong as ever. I stood a few feet away while he hurled the ball into L'il Joe's mitt. The sound was so impressive I called up my mom and let her listen over the phone to Johan pitch. She is sad because Johan is her favorite but he will be playing in the Baseball World Classic while she is in town (starting tomorrow, yippy!).
I got my picture taken with L'il Joe, who might just be the cutest thing on the planet. I have met him a couple times now and each time I do I get too shy to tell him that my aunt is his neighbor in St. Paul. She really is. She calls him up to sign stuff for benefits at the hosptical where she works and he comes over INTO HER HOUSE to sign stuff to be auctioned. She has also seen him playing pingpong and drinkning Coors light in his garage with his friends. How cute is that? I now order Coors Light instead of Bud Light when I think of it. She says Joe is just the nicest guy.
Anyway, whenever I talk to him I feel stupid for not telling him how we have this connection, but I thinkg it's best I don't for two reasons. First, I'm sure since he is from St. Paul, Twins fans are constantly coming up to him saying things like, "My mom was your high school teacher!" or "My little sister's boyfriend was on your little league team!" He's got to not think much of it these days. Second, it might be a little creepy to essensially say, "I think your'e sooooo hot and guess what?! I know exactly where you live!"
I also got my picture taken with Torii Hunter, another extreme hottie. This picture didn't turn out as good, but there is sort of a story behind it. Torii gets a little tired of people asking for his autograph. He's always happy to do it for kids, but gets cranky about doing it for adults because he doesn't trust you to not sell it. I can understand some of his concern. While he was signing, someone asked him the strangest thing he had to sign was, he answered, "That's R rated!" When the crowd thinned out I nervously asked him if I could get a picture with him. He was happy to do it because he thinks its more personal than signed a ball that may or may not end up on ebay. Anyway, when I asked him for the picture he said, "Well of course, Ma'am!" MA'AM?! That stung a little. He was a good picture taker though because he threw his arm around me and pulled me to him. I put my arm around his waist and cherished the few seconds I was in his huge, warm embrace. Yummmm...