July 1, 1994
DEAR MOM AND DAD (AND TRISTA),
More pine time. I'm cleared to use the Gonzaga gym to shoot and lift weights when we get back to Spokane, but I've learned that John Stockton will not be working out there. Too bad—I could've learned some moves from him.
Speaking of weights, yesterday I walked with the team from the hotel to a gym to do some lifting, which did me some good. And yes, Mom, I'm eating O.K. Before every game we get peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. I'm also filling up on pizza, spaghetti, oatmeal and pancakes. I'm trying to stay away from the fast food—it's easy to fall into bad habits on the road.
July 3, 1994
The Flying Elvises were great! Four guys with pompadours and white jumpsuits falling out of the sky—haven't seen a funnier-looking group since that last family picnic of yours.
The kid, Langdon, finally got in a game. Last night, Tye let him DH, and Pup went 1 for 3. Not too bad, considering he's never faced pro pitching. Plus, he's got a lot on his mind, like what he'll be taking at Duke this fall—writing, algebra, chemistry and African-American history. He says he wants to major in engineering. (I was trying to remember what you majored in—was it lifesaving?) Truth is, at 18, he seems a lot older than the rest of us. Our rightfielder, Jason Tyrus, asked Trajan what kind of car he was going to buy with his signing bonus, and Pup said, "I'm not going to have a car my first year at Duke. I want to stay focused on basketball and classes."
Between you and me, Rat, I don't think the Padres sent Langdon here to learn baseball. I think he's here to teach us how to act like big leaguers.