It’s the start of September, and that means the gruesomely long minor league regular season is coming to an end. It’s time for all of the minor leaguers take a vacation down to the Caribbean somewhere for five months, get ready for the season drinking piña coladas, eat whatever the hell they want to, and run on sandy beaches chasing down girls in bikinis to get in shape ...
I really wish it was true, and I would make a damn comeback right now if it was, but unfortunately, that is not the case. In fact, far from it.