D.C. winters can be tough, so when I received marching orders from the Post to head down to Florida to covers the Washington Nationals' spring training I was more then happy to comply (even though my previous experience was limited to watching Cubs games with a beer - or two - in my hand during my time in Chicago).
I've only been at the Post for about four months and I'm still desperate to prove myself - so I did the logical thing - I popped open a beer and settled in the read the 2013 Official Rules of Major League Baseball. This was my first of many mistakes I would make while on this assignment. Unless you want to me an umpire, do not try to read this! I only made it through 19 pages before I was so confused by the multiple exceptions to every rule that I developed a headache. I quickly realized that I was not going to become a baseball expert in two weeks so I enlisted the help of some very good friends. While in Viera, Florida, I would call Dave and talk things over before going into talk to the Post's reporters. This ensured I wouldn't sound like a complete idiot when talking to two of the two baseball reporters in the country. And it worked - most of the time.
The whole experience kind of reminded me of groundhog day. You wake up, go to the clubhouse, check the schedule, head out to the practice fields, watch the players practice, listen to the coaches make the same jokes, head back to the clubhouse, interview the players, edit a video, grab a beer with the other reporters, and repeat. I felt like an old pro by the third day.