The Trolley Dodger

And here I was commiserating with Vladimir Radmonovic about having a separated shoulder. Turns out old Vlad pulled a Beimel and lied about how he got the injury.

You’d think Vlad wouldn’t be so stupid, especially after Joe’s well-publicized truthiness meltdown last year, but:

“Being young and sometimes immature, I initially panicked and made up a false story about how I hurt myself,” the 26-year-old forward said. “However, over the past few days my conscience has been bothering me terribly. I am not a dishonest person and could no longer live with this deception.”

Seems like an honest person wouldn’t have lied in the first place, but never mind that now.

And just for the record, I owned up to my stupidity from the get-go. ;D

Tony Jackson over at the Inside MLB blog has a “First Impressions” post up with a great quote from Dave Collins, the new skipper of the 66ers.

Collins has been here a week working with those early arrivals, and already has formed a strong opinion about the state of the Dodgers farm system. “The most talent I have ever seen anywhere,” he said.

Can’t wait to see some of that talent at Arrowhead Park this spring!

Lakers forward Vladimir Radmanovic and I share a few things in common.

1. Both of us are over 6 feet tall.
2. Neither of us have posted to this blog for a week and a half.
3. Neither of us will be playing for the Lakers the next few weeks.
4. We both have separated shoulders. Vlad did his in by falling on a patch of ice, while mine was on the bicycle. Or rather, off the bicycle.

Considering how my shoulder and ribs are feeling still, I can’t imagine trying to shoot baskets, much less type much more than what you see here. I feel better than I did two weeks ago, but I have to make myself take it easy. Overdoing = hurting.

However, everything pales in comparison to the wonderful news that spring training has sprung, a fact that will warm the coldest winter nights in Southern California. Not to mention raising the excitement levels another notch, anticipating the sights and sounds to come.

If you listen close, you can hear the flight of a bag of peanuts, feel the solid weight as it hits your hand. Sunlight soaking into every last part of you as your favorite team takes the field. The umpire yelling “Play ball!” and suddenly all is right with the world.

Since I’m still limited to one handed typing, I’ll just point to this post on my outdoors site End Pavement for a few more details of the accident. Thanks for the good wishes, especially “Trolley Dodger Fails to Dodge Asphalt” on Sons of Steve Garvey, which made me laugh and hurt my ribs. ;D