re: What's with Travinski?

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His attitude seems like "I wish I had moved on".

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He probably does wish he'd moved on. He's not catching, which is probably the main reason he came back to help his draft stock. And of course his attitude is different--we're not winning. I'm sure this year is not nearly as fun--for anybody--as last year. But especially him when he was leading one of the best offenses in college baseball history towards the end of the season and hitting a home run like every 5 at-bats. Dude became a folk hero, dropped huge bombs, was an instant gif machine, and his stache became a meme so popular they made t-shirts out of it. Of course last year was more fun, and he enjoyed it more.

But I doubt he's not focused, not working hard, or has a bad attitude. He's been the biggest loser in this year's short lineup. He gets pitched to differently, because teams have to worry about him and can afford to really focus on him. He has no protection. Last year's lineup was just so long. No breaks. You could hit anybody anywhere and they would have protection both in front of them and behind them. It was "easy." This year has been a grind, and of course he's frustrated. How could he not be?

At some point, playing for an elite D1 team with a legit shot to hit the postseason and make a deep run has to be some motivation in itself.

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He’s looking forward to coaching a 9u team with hot moms…

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Trav's stache mows the yard in a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert-tee with the sleeves cut off, a pair of way too tight coaches' shorts, white fishing Oakleys with the frat strap hanging, long white sox with red and blue stripes around the top pulled up to its calves, double fisting Miller High Life cans, with a Marlboro Red dangling from its mouth.

Then just leaves on the mower, swings through the drive-thru liquor store and grabs a case of Natty Light on its way to the softball park, pulls up 2 minutes before its Sunday afternoon slow-pitch game where its the DH--for both teams--, parks right outside the dugout, hops off, pops a top, lights a cig from the one still in its mouth, flicks the old one over the chain link fence and onto the field, grabs a bat with a Confederate flag on the barrel, struts slowly to the box, no helmet, adjusts its package, drops a towering 1st pitch tater into the trees, and walks casually back to the dugout.

Doesn't even run the bases--it's got its own courtesy runner starting from behind the box. Sits on the bench in the shade the next couple hours just ripping heaters, crushing warm Natty Lights and big arse bombs.

Every other inning it'll go sit in the stands for a bit, next to its 2nd wife, barefoot, wrinkled and aged from too much sun, rocking jorts, a "Guns, God, and Freedom" tank top and yelling at its 5 step kids with 4 different daddies, while it hits on all the newly multiple timed-married, 40-something-year-old wives right in front of her and their husbands. And nobody says shite. Except Trav's stache, with the occasional "Hey Debbie. Nice tits."

He caught a case of the Kling’s

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I didn't realize he was 1 for his last 20.

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And just looks terrible. Just watching third strikes and hitting pop ups. #18
Looks like No fuqs given too. Sit his arse