Day One Thousand and Twenty-Three

The Everything Shake

The first and second days following each of Adam's starts, he gets to wear his uniform and be in the dugout with the team. The other two days, he's charting in the stands. He doesn't necessarily prefer those days in the stands. He can't spit or stretch out or walk around or eat or crack jokes or do dude things at his leisure. So when he's in the dugout, he takes full advantage. The other day, he came home and mentioned his horrible stomach ache. Did you eat too much spread, did you get food poisoning? I asked? Nope. Instead, he'd scarfed down every treat, snack, and goodie in the clubhouse on top of the three shakes he swallowed down. One of those shakes - prepared by his trainer at the request of the Marlins - was a mixture of everything weight-gaining imaginable. An entire blender full. So last night, when I saw him gulping down his shake in the dugout, I couldn't help but giggle. Hopefully he learned his gluttonous sweet-treat lesson the first time.