PEORIA, Ariz. — Wil Myers hates the feeling of batting gloves, so he never wears them. This time of year, especially, he spends a lot of quality time with his bats, twirling them like batons in the San Diego Padres’ clubhouse, gripping and waggling them around in his massive hands. He needs to build up calluses on his palms.
“They’re a little soft now,” said Myers, the Padres’ first baseman. “I’m already cracking there a little bit.”