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The offseason absolutely flew by. The workouts, the lessons, the time with family. Even the occasional time to relax. It was all a blur. Travis reported to minor league camp in...wait for it...the best shape of his life. It was a tired line that was used too often, but Travis believed it. He felt good, he looked good, now he just had to make a good impression.
It is a life of anonymity on the back fields of a spring training complex. Fans from all over the country - even the world - flocked to Florida and Arizona to get an up close and personal look at their favorite stars and upcoming prospects. Despite finishing 79-83 the year before, the Blue Jays were an exciting team, and Dunedin was an exciting place to be. Vladimir Guerrero Jr. had established himself as a star. The sons of former big leaguers filled their lineup. Bo Bichette, Griffin Conine, and Cavan Biggio were all fixtures in their lineup. Travis knew Cavan. They went to the same trainer and grew up just a few years apart in Houston, but they weren't close. Those were the guys everyone wanted to see.
But the back fields were a different story. In fact, fans weren't even allowed back there, just family and media. In Travis' eyes it was a fun place to be. It was a bunch of guys that loved to play baseball with limited fanfare. It almost reminded him of being in high school, with family in the stands and not much else. Even though media was allowed back there, most of the media stuck to the big league side. The only time they would come over to the minor league side was if a big leaguer was appearing in a minor league game on a rehab stint or if a big time prospect was playing. They certainly weren't there to watch the likes of Travis Everett.
Like the offseason, camp came and went. Next, Travis would learn where he would be assigned...or if he would be assigned anywhere at all.
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