I pitch tomorrow, against Houston. I'm excited. It feels good to be back. No nausea, but some dizziness when I turn my head too fast. I can handle that, though, it isn't too much. I'm not falling and stumbling around anymore, at least. So Chris can stop calling me Dizzy Dean. Thanks, Christy.

I'm nervous as hell. So I'm off to bed.

Night, y'all.

...but I think I'm more like Leia right now or something. Chewbacca. Something. I'm certainly no Master anything when I'm stuck at home, fighting dizzy spells. I haven't even thrown off a mound. I haven't taken bp. I haven't done anything. And I won't do anything for another five days or so. Which is insanely frustrating. For anyone that doesn't ( Read more... )

I'm flying to St. Louis now. Sitting in the airport, actually. Still dizzy when I stand, but the nausea's gone. I was able to sleep a little bit better today ( Read more... )

I didn't too do well against the Astros last night. Six earned. Gave up back-to-back homers in the first inning. Struggled through the later innings. I just couldn't seem to stay focused. No, I was focused. I just couldn't seem to...to handle the ball, or something. It's difficult to say ( Read more... )

I made this thing last night, but it's only now that I'm actually doing something with it. Ben Sheets here, pitcher for the Milwaukee Brewers. I'm a little strange, and I'm scared of most everything. Including the dark. Yeah, I know, it's strange, but if your parents would turn out the lights just to see how fast you can run, you'd be afraid too ( Read more... )