TwinkTop - The annual baseball tournament was just underway and the team was scheduled to play in the deep-south of Florida for the first round. The flight took us as far as Jacksonville, then we had to bus it to the outskirts of this humid swamp-town where the tourney would be held. Needless to say, by the time we got to the hotel, all us players and coaches were heat-sapped, our sweaty bodies sticking to our uniforms. Each player had been assigned a coach roommate to bunk with during our stay. I was more than a little surprised to find out that I would be sharing a room with the strict and demanding Coach Barrett. To be perfectly honest, I always had the impression that he didn’t like me much and found my upbeat spirit a tad annoying. After checking in at reception, Coach Barrett led me down the hallway to our room. I stayed quiet, not knowing what to expect. As we entered the tiny quarters, I couldn’t help but notice that there was only one bed–and a small one at that. Sheesh, I thought, I’ll be sleeping on the floor, I guess…