Sidelined!

I now have something in common with Bo Jackson, Robin Ventura, Joe Crede, Frank Thomas and Cal Eldred. I am now officially on the DL.

Well, if I were actually playing baseball somewhere instead of just writing about it, I'd be on the disabled list.

Early Saturday morning, out of nowhere, my lower back gave out. Ever the trooper, I still went out to breakfast with Tracey. I drew the line at walking around Super K-Mart, opting to wait out the duration of the shopping in the car with the seat reclined all the way back.

Suffice to say, I was never so happy to see home after that. We tried a new place (to us at least) for breakfast. It was crowded, overpriced and had small portions. The food was decent, but not worth the hassle. We were seated at a small table, in the middle of the floor, right by where everyone had to squeeze past us in a high traffic area. Not my idea of a good time while I'm hungry and in pain.

Instead of organizing my boxes of baseball cards, I spent the majority of the afternoon lying on my stomach teaching Tracey massage techniques to use on me. She didn't do too bad for her first lesson, but I suspect the Tiger Balm helped a lot.

I have no clue as to what caused the injury. Possibly my lower back has been plotting against me all week and Saturday morning was the perfect opportunity to strike. When your own body parts become sentient and evil, nothing good can ever come out of that.

Posting may be sporadic or it could be plentiful, depending on how long I can sit in a chair without excruciating pain. Hopefully, this will clear up by Monday. I have to meet someone about a possible job and, of course, it's Opening Day, unless that gets snowed out. My Canadian relatives must have brought the snow with them, when they flew in Saturday. Only in Chicago.