Jim Tracy and the dentist

The day opened on the heels of yet another mostly-sleepless night. It opened with a breakfast that consisted of coffee. It opened with a desire to eat some food. But, the possibility of that happening ranks right up there with the possibility of me playing in any games today at Fantasy Camp. See, the crappy thing that came from yesterday's Teeth Wreck is the fact that my bite no longer comes together in a way that allows for mastication.

Fast forward to Hi Corbett at today's opening daily group gathering. They refer to it as Kangaroo Court, but I have no idea why. But that's not the point. The camp Commissioner (that's Jim Tracy) hands out various fines, like if someone leaves clothing behind in a dugout the day before. Or if someone's cell phone goes off during a game. Things like that. It's always done in fun. But he also takes time to recognize the peeps who did something extraordinary or tremendous.

So after explaining that he had an extra one of his signed jerseys hanging around, because he won the Texas Hold-em tourney from the night before, and the winner was slated to receive said jersey, he called me up. It became mine as compensation for the six-and-a-half hours I spent in the ER with Keith Dugger. So that's not a shitty start to a day, to be handed a jersey autographed by the manager of the Colorado Rockies.

Next thing is even better, at least in terms of how I was feeling about my Teeth Wreck. Turns out one of the Campers was a dentist. He gave me a good look-over and said I was not likely to lose any teeth. And that an oral surgeon would be able to put everything back together, and in its right place. So that was a huge relief. But he also mentioned that I shouldn't partake in any playing of baseball. Bummer. But, hey, I'm still at The Camp.

And so I am. Still at The Camp, indeed. But I'm also exhausted, and finally feel like I'm going to get me some sleep tonight. So good night. Me and my teeth are going to sleep.