As I’ve said before, I’m not Ansel Adams (I’m closer to Grizzly Adams), so they’re a little fuzzy, but I thought they’d give you a flavor of the festivities. Monday is always media day, with the players available for about an hour in a hotel ballroom prior to the workout this afternoon. We just got done with the National League,and have about a little break before the American League. As you can imagine, that’s what I’ll really have to scramble. Ichiro always uses this occasion to give what I call his “State of the Ichiro” address. I’ve had some of my best interviews ever with Ichiro on the Monday before the All-Star Game — me and about 50 of my closest friends, I should say.
Ichiro does interviews with the Japanese press for about half the allotted time (or more, to my annual frustration), so I’ll use that time to talk to Felix Hernandez and Don Wakamatsu, and anyone else that I can nab. The problem, as you can imagine, is that with 500 or more media members all trying to get interviews, getting alone time is not easy. Nor is getting in your questions, because everyone has their own agenda, and you really have to seize an opening to pop in a question. It’s gonzo journalism at its finest, I can assure you.
MLB started doing these hotel sessions about 10 years ago, and the trade-off is that the clubhouses are closed during the workouts. So there’s not much chance to get guys after we head to the field. But if it works out right, you don’t need them. The players like it, because they don’t have the media to worry about once they get to the field, and we like it, because we can do our interviews and get to work. It’s a win-win.
Anyway, I promised some photos. Here’s Raul Ibanez
After the jump, there’s a really fuzzy picture of Tim Lincecum
I know it’s bad, but at least it gives you a glimpse of his wood cap, in a hostage video kind of way. (Update 1:12 p.m.: That’s wool cap, not wood cap. I don’t know if that’s a Freudian slip, or just a hurried typo. Probably the latter).