It was a long day on multiple fronts. On the Major League side we experienced two bad injuries to Chris Young and Josh Bard within a matter of minutes. Scary injuries, such as these, are always the worst. Fortunately, it appears as though both guys are going to escape without anything too serious, or at least as serious as they could have been. We will have to make some player moves tomorrow to ensure that we have enough pitching and catching going forward. In-game injuries, especially to members of the battery, always set off a flurry of activity within the front office. Kevin Towers was working throughout the night in concert with a number of others in our organization to decide on the player moves. Then the players must be located (not always as easy as it sounds), told, AND get to San Diego in time for tomorrow's game.
On the amateur scouting front, I just returned to my hotel room after 38 innings of baseball (the first game went 11 innings - a bad omen for the rest of the day). Those 38 innings fell just shy of 16 hours to play. I don't care how much you love the game, that's a lot of baseball for one day. The first 7th inning stretch of the day occured around noon time, and the fourth 7th inning stretch, yes the fourth one, was at 1:25 AM. Trust me, mid-inning pitching changes were not welcome as the evening turned into night and night turned into morning.
Every spring I have a handful of early flights, lengthy drives, hotels, and long days at the ballpark, but our scouts do it all the time. At this time of the year they are drained, yet there they were tonight grinding out the fourth game of the day until almost 2 AM local time. They'll all be there again tomorrow bright and early ready for another quadruple header... all except for one of our guys, who has a 6:40 AM flight in order to catch a different set of games across the country.
Being a baseball scout may sound like a lot of fun, but believe me (or believe them) it's a tough gig.