The Dead Arm Massage
This is what you get when you mix bad lighting and an iphone camera. Sorry it's so fuzzy!
Adam woke up to a busy morning. A mandatory doctor's appointment scheduled by the Marlins was his first stop. And he was the first group of the day: 8 AM. He wasn't allowed food or drink after midnight last night, and until his physical was completed, he was required to function on an empty stomach. They took his height, weight, and vitals, followed by testing his eyesight, blood, grip strength, and body fat. The doctor didn't give him any of the results, so we won't find out if the drugs he's been doing will end in his immediate suspension. Kidding. That was a joke. I repeat, that was a joke. By the time he finished the appointment, it was 10 o'clock and his tummy was grumbling. He got to come home, eat breakfast, finish his book by Josh Hamilton, and then left to work for the first day of MiniCamp. Much of the day was filled with information meetings, but eventually, they got out to the field and Adam threw a 30-pitch bullpen. He's been throwing quite a bit in the last 2 months and due to the wear and tear that accumulates over time, he's in the beginning stages of "dead arm." This just means that his arm feels weaker and achy, sore and overused; it happens to every pitcher multiple times in one season. And the only thing that really helps it, is to throw through the discomfort. Fortunately, he's experiencing it now, so by the time Spring Training gets here, he should be back to normal. But just to help him out, he got a full arm massage tonight to ease the strain and relax his big burly muscles, by yours truly. And now, I'm beginning to think that a certificate in massage therapy might not be such a bad idea. Hmmmm? And to show his thanks, Adam's been massaging my feet the entire time it took me to write this blog post. Now that's a good man, although I don't think he'll be attending massage therapy school any time soon. Booo.
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