Why My Old MLB Shirt May Attack You!
Hey, everyone! Sorry about the lack of updates recently but between raising my newborn son and rehearsing with Alter Bridge I have not had a spare moment. I actually typed up a blog entry earlier this week but as I went to preview the post my laptop glitched and I lost the whole thing. My laptop came dangerously close to becoming a flying projectile. Haha.
Anyway, in my last blog post I spoke about going to a BBQ at Johnny Damon’s house in Orlando. He lives just four houses down from me. I was able to go but was only able to spend about an hour there due to family commitments. Regardless, it was great seeing Johnny again and good times were had by all. My brother, Michael took a picture that I thought you all might like to see. I’m not in it because it was taken after I left but it includes Alter Bridge’s bass player extraordinaire Brian Marshall (right), our singer Myles Kennedy and Johnny himself.
Johnny and I were talking about the Red Sox which got me to thinking about Bill Mueller and the MLB shirt that he gave me. In order to do this we will have to backtrack to the Creed days, more specifically the Human Clay tour.
We were all invited to Pac Bell Park by Jeff Kent. Before the game he brought us all into the clubhouse to meet the players. I met most of the players and before I get to Bill I want to give a shout out to J.T. Snow. I heard that during a nationally televised FOX broadcast two years ago he was asked what one of the coolest non-baseball moments in his life was. He said it was hanging out with all of us. I was absolutely humbled when I heard that. So if you are reading this, J.T., please know that the feeling is mutual. You are and always have been one **** of a ballplayer.
I met Bill Mueller in the weight room when he was working out. He and I talked for a while about baseball, music and working out. During the conversation I asked him where I could get one of the shirts that he was wearing. It was a black, MLB logo sleeveless t-shirt. He told me that he would get me one and I thanked him. After a few minutes he was like " hey man, I’ll just give you the one I’m wearing." He then took it off and handed it to me. The guy gave me the shirt off his back! Bill, my friend, you are a class act and a gentleman.
I wore it on stage the next night at our San Francisco show. After I had it washed first, of course. Ever have a shirt that fits you so perfectly that you wear it all the time? Well, this was that shirt. I think I wore it just about every night from that point forward until the end of the tour which was about a year later. By the end of the tour the shirt was so beat up and worn out that I had to retire it. Not to mention the fact that my other band mates would tell me how it could stand up by itself in the corner.
I recently tried to find it but I could not. It may have become a living entity after one year of sweat, blood and rock and roll. So beware! If you see a sweat crusted, black MLB shirt slowly creeping down the street, its mine. Call the hazmat team and run away!
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