From there we were off to spend the rest of the day at the Ritz Carlton Beach Club. Who was I to complain? It was windy and not Florida warm, but we walked the beach before lounging in the hot tub and watching the sunset whilst sipping Rum Runners.
Cut to 5:30 am on Sunday and my alarm was screeching that it was time to put on my Orioles shirt. FTW? I had definitely consumed a sausage, egg and cheese from Waffle House by 7 am and was feeling a little more awake at the long line of baseball players lining up for their vision checks.
Pandemonium ensued trying to organize enough room to set up four stations of eye tests for 147 minor league ball players before they saw the actual doctor. (My boss.) I was just lucky enough to be given the test which involved Kanye West style eye glasses that made things 3-D for the depth perception exam. Lets just say, I was a hit and the boys loved me. Furthermore, my station was right outside the bosses office where things got all sorts of backed up leaving me with loads of time to chat up the boys. I was all, "So tell me about third base again?" and "How do you score a home run?" Ok, maybe I didn't say those things...but then again maybe I did.