So here's a rundown of how my day typically goes. There might be a change here or there from day to day, but honestly, this is my life:

8:00 A.M. - The sun starts to shine through my blinds and I wake up. I grab my phone, look    at the clock, and ask myself what I'm doing up already.

8:04 A.M. - I fall back asleep.

9:15 A.M. - I wake back up, realize that I'm up for good now, and start to think about what I can cook for breakfast.

9:27 A.M. - Finally mustering up the strength to get out of bed, I walk downstairs to the kitchen. This part of my day is a little tricky. I summon my inner ninja and enter stealth mode. (I don't want to wake my roommates)

9:49 A.M. - Two eggs, two slices of turkey bacon, hashbrowns, a bowl of cereal, and a cup of juice later I'm back in my room full as can be. (I just want to give a shoutout to Olivia, who makes an unbelievable breakfast when she is here)

10:00 A.M. - 12:45 P.M. - Now this is where the "activities" (Stepbrothers movie plug) differ from day to day. Take yesterday for example. I had some errands to run, so I borrowed Tim's ride (a beautiful Mitsubishi Galant) and went to the mall and to SuperCuts. Today I'm using this time to write this entry and then I have to make some phone calls. As you can see, this is kind of the "get sh*t done" part of the day. 

1:00 P.M. - Another very crucial part of the day. This is when I have to decide what I'm going to eat for lunch. Yesterday was Subway, and the time before that I made a sandwich and soup at home. Typically I like to get a pretty big meal in at this time, and if you've read my last post, I'm fortunate enough to have some great places right by me.

2:00 P.M. - 10:30 P.M. - BASEBALL. Baseball early work, Baseball practice, Baseball game. 

11:00 P.M. - Hopefully we've have won, and I'm in a good mood. Usually I eat at the clubhouse, but if it's Ham for dinner this is when I have to search for something quick to eat again. I head back with Tim to our place, and turn on the T.V.. Over the last week this is when I've gotten to see Kobe and the rest of the LAKESHOW dominate the Jazz. 

11:35 P.M. - I get on the phone and talk to Olivia for 63 hours before I go to sleep. 

12:35 P.M. - 1:15 A.M. - My head hits the pillow and I wonder know what I'm going to do tomorrow. 

      Rochester itself is a pretty cool city. I got familiar with it last year when I came up for the second half, so coming here to start the year was a little easier for me than most. I'm living with Tim Lahey and Anthony Swarzak in a really nice 3 bedroom place, and I couldn't ask for better roommates. Tim and I lived together last year, and Tony was my road roommate. Here's a picture of Olivia and I with the Rochester skyline in the background, as well as our apartment building. View image

      One of the most important things to do when you are living in a new city is to find out where the good food is. Obviously most places have the standard fast food joints and chain restaurants, but I hate fast food and had enough Applebee's when I was in A-Ball to get me through three lifetimes. I'm a big fan of finding the city's hidden gems, the places that have been around forever and that only the locals know about. Luckily for me, our apartment is located right on top of a couple great places. Siam Thai Restaurant is great Thai food that I've been killing lately. I'm a big fan of their Chicken Pad Thai and also their Phat Phet Beef. I feel in general that Thai food is much lighter than Chinese food, and it makes for a great pre-game meal. Another great place right below us is Tony D's Coal-Fired Pizza. They have great pizza, a nice wine list, and a cool little atmosphere. Everyone is super friendly there, and it's a great place to go post-game. 

      Rochester is also home to one of only three Dinosaur BBQ's in the country. The other two are located in Syracuse, NY and in Harlem. If you are ever around one of these cities, I'd highly recommend going to this place. 

      So as you can see, I'm pretty much set on the dining side of my life. The only thing I'm missing is Mexican food. I know, I know, there are places around that serve "Mexican" food. But let's get real, no place that I've ever been to in the MidWest or East Coast has real Mexican food. They have what I like to call "White People Mexican Food". I've pretty much given up on finding anything authentic for the time being, but if anyone knows of something good, let me know. And let me give a quick shout-out to Bronco Burrito in Encino, Ca. They have some of the best Mexican food in the LA area, and that's saying a lot.

      Ok, that's enough rambling for today. Again I'm sorry for the gap in posts, I'll be better from now on.

      P.S. My walk up song is still being thought over. For now I'm using Led Zeppelin - The Lemon Song (my song from last year). I've got my new one narrowed down to a few. Here's one from a band named Carney. It's called Testify. Let me know what you think. 04 Testify 1.mp3

 

       For those who haven't experienced it, it's a pretty powerful moment. Everyone knows Trevor Hoffman's "Hell's Bells" by ACDC. His strut in from the bullpen wouldn't be the same without it. Or what about Rick Vaughn in Major League? His "Wild Thing" entrance totally defined his character in the movie. There is nothing like a bada** walkup song to pump the crowd, the team, and, maybe most importantly, yourself up.

       Throughout my career I've heard some different opinions on the songs I have chosen. Sometimes I'll get to first base and the first baseman will say, "Wow. That's a rad song. Who is that?" Buuuuuttttt sometimes I'll get the opposite. "Are you serious with that song? Clean it up."  You see, I've never wanted to have the same walkup song as someone else in the league. Being unoriginal is just not my thing. With that being said, lets just say the songs I have chosen aren't your run of the mill, average walk ups.

       Here is a list of my walk up songs, dating back to my first pro year in Elizabethton, Tennessee: 

2004 Elizabethton : "Misty Mountain Hop" by Led Zeppelin

2005 Beloit: "Greatest Hits" by Sublime

2006 Fort Myers: "Any Colour You Like" by Pink Floyd (by far the most controversial)

2007 New Britain: "Calm Like A Bomb" by Rage Against the Machine

                          "Can't Tell Me Nothing" by Kanye West

2008 New Britain: "The Lemon Song" by Led Zeppelin

2008 Rochester: "Doin' 78" by The Soundbakery (my friend Rob Duran's Production Label)

       As you can see, I've had some pretty unique songs. The Kanye West song was kind of a spur of the moment decision, and didn't last long.

       As hard as we work, especially in the Twins organization, we as baseball players have a lot of free time. A typical day in Spring Training has you showing up to the field around 7:30 - 8:00 a.m., and has you leaving by about 4:30 p.m. That's a good 6 or 7 hours a day to just chill. 

       

       I would venture out to say that the most popular way of passing time for players is playing video games. I've never really understood why. I personally hate playing them, and am glad that I do. The same goes with watching T.V. Something inside of me, probably stemming from growing up in Castaic, CA, just won't let me sit around inside. Most of my free time goes to fishing, bothering Delmon to do something, and, now that the season is nearly here, making (trying to make) music. 

       

       With that being said, it's time to introduce you to the most kick a** band of all time. Well, besides Led Zeppelin of course. 

        

        Last year Dustin Martin, Drew Butera, Toby Gardenhire, and myself formed a supergroup for the ages.......... (Actually we just started messing around and ended up sounding pretty cool). We named ourselves The Beach Bums, drawing influence from the way Drew and I decorated the basement where we lived. The chemistry was there right off the bat, and let's just say that New Britain had no idea what hit them.

       

       We've been going strong ever since, and today we had our second band practice of the year. Dustin and I strummed the guitar, while Toby, our singer/lyricist, conjured up some verses. Drew is more of an off the stage band member. We call him our manager, but I wouldn't hesitate for one second to bring him on stage with some bongoes and/or cowbell. 

        

        All in all it was a great day. Here's a small sample of a song we are working on called "Wave". I've just recently discovered the software GarageBand on my Mac, so we are going to start recording more and more. Wave.mp3

        

        So that's pretty much it for today, let me know what you think of the music. This is just a rough cut, but you should be able to get the picture. 

        

        And in case you were wondering, Delmon doesn't play video games either, and he told me today that he wants to start fishing. Wish me luck. 

        

             They've given me free reign to write about whatever I want, and I think that's what I'm going to do. I know baseball is the main theme here, but there's other stuff to talk/write about too. For instance, I'm definitely going to be adding pictures and video links of an up and coming band destined for stardom (more to come). Throw in some off the field stories and some thoughts on the universe, and that will pretty much sum it up.

             To kick things off, I want to thank my roommate and friend Delmon Young for embarrassing me in the clubhouse today. Although I can't and won't go into details, let's just say he got my pretty good. So rather than sit and pout about it, I thought I would get a little revenge. Delmon and I have been friends since about 1998. We played travel ball together and always have just gotten along. I've seen him go through some awkward stages for sure, and I always laugh when people picture him as mean and aggressive. Truth be told, Del is just a giant teddy bear. His most recent endeavor, illustrated beautifully here, is a great example of this.


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          So just in case you see Delmon roaming the streets, keep the potato chips, french fries, and white bread away. He's watching his figure. 

          Until next time, Trevor.