What the hell am I doing here?
The question had been plaguing my thoughts for the last 24 hours. I knew where I was and I how I got there, but for the life of me I didn’t know why I was chosen. Sure I had a nasty slider and could hit to all fields but that was with a whiffle ball. I hadn’t even played ball since riding the pine in ninth grade JV. So how in the hell did they get a hold of my scouting tape? Who even made a scouting tape of me? Weird. Now I had to figure out who was stalking me and how I'm going to make the Phillies.
It all started two weeks ago with a simple phone call.
“sdougfadjfjdlfjdo Aaron” a voice said with a indecipherable southern drawl.
“That’s me” I said hesitantly.
“Yea ldkf;odf Charlie Manuel. Ldjfdljfodaigjdo.”
“What? Steve is this you? If it is it’s too early for this shit.”
“No ;lkdjfodifjdpoi Charlie Manuel. Odfijoafhdofj Spring Training Invite aofudofjdoifjsda.”
“Wait, did you say something about spring training.”
“Sorry about that. I didn’t even know he knew how to work a phone. Hi this is Rueben Amaro Jr., and yes we are extending to you an invitation to join the Phillies in Clearwater and for a try out.”
How could I say no? It’s been my dream since I was 4 to try out for the Phillies. Damn the details like: Why me? Shouldn’t I have been drafted by someone? Do I have a contract? Will there be a kosher meal on the flight?
So here I am. Now what?