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So last night was Woody's goodbye party for all of us at the Shed. It was sad. Poor Brett. He was crying all night and the drunker he got, the more times he said only "Mikey" could help him. You can imagine how that was getting me down. I spent a long time talking to Woody, you may recall he helped me out with some focus problems at the beginning of the season ... one lefty to another. I can't really get into it all right now but he said it was obvious to him and to everyone else that I was trying too hard, putting all my energy where it may not be wanted. In light of all the other events of last night I can see where he's coming from, even though I was mad when he said it. I said to him, Woody, I have never been as happy in my life as I have been the past couple of months. He said OK, Noah, but you're the only one. He asked me what I was really in it for. I had to think. When I first started hanging out with those individuals, I admit I had some baser thoughts on the brain. But as we've been on this road trip, I thought I'd be missing Julia a lot more, but really, I was just happy to be on the road without Julia. Now it's not jealousy. I've always been ... open minded about everything including possessiveness, jealousy and other outdated relationship concepts. So what I told Woody is, I see someone who's an amazing person, but doesn't realize it, and I wanted to make it come across loud and clear exactly HOW awesome ... Woody shook his head and said, that's fine. But what about you? I don't know what about me. It doesn't matter about me. It only matters about Brett and if he's happy. Which... as you all know, that's debatable. I thought I could make a difference. And I can't have bad feelings between myself and my catcher over this, god only knows what could happen then. Talk about mixed signals.
Before I leave to go hang out in the dugout, a positive note: Benitez fixed up my finger for good with a secret remedy I can't tell here (it's an old family thing for him), all I can say is it involves citrus and it hurt like a motherfucker but IT WORKED. I owe him a big one.
Before I leave to go hang out in the dugout, a positive note: Benitez fixed up my finger for good with a secret remedy I can't tell here (it's an old family thing for him), all I can say is it involves citrus and it hurt like a motherfucker but IT WORKED. I owe him a big one.