Get Some
MuscleHead
- Sep 9, 2010
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Hey Bros, So I've been really depressed lately with a few deaths in the family and been eating terribly. Put on about 10lbs of what I'm sure is all fat. Gonna have to work hard to get that off. Would have been easier if I wouldn't have quit smoking recently, haha.
Anyways, here is a little something about me that you probably didn't know (This is more me venting than an interesting story so bare with me here, lol).
I have been atheltic my whole life, 6'2" 185 lbs my freshman year in high school. Come the end of my Senior year, I was a 1st Round Draft Pick of the Los Angeles Dodgers and an instant 18 year old Millionaire. So, immediately thinking to prepare for the future, I bought only what I thought was necessary...a $750,000 house, a Bentley Continental GT, and an Escalade. It's amazing how much you can think that you are "mature for your age" until someone hands you a sack of cash.
3 months before my 20th birthday I was pitching in double-A already and leading the league in strikeouts. I was on track to make it to the bigs in my teens. But that night after a high 94mph fastball, something in my elbow popped. Actually, it was more like someone lit my elbow on fire and tried to soothe the burning with a chainsaw (no joke, it was seriously that painful). Later that night the skip got a call from the big league club saying they needed me up there to pitch out of the bullpen and possibly make a start. I was crushed after my manager had to tell them the news that I was injured. So, they took another of my teammates up...who is still in the bigs today.
TO be honest, I have no idea what wouldv'e happened if I had stayed healthy. But, that injury was the start of my demise. I started "just not giving a fuck" about anything. I made it back to AAA Las Vegas, but never could regain the control to get up to the bigs.
Vegas was a terrible place for me. I spent money like it was no big deal on a daily basis. $5,000 for table service....no problem. $2,000 at the strip club, no big deal. I bought several more cars and lots of nice things. As a baseball player, it was beyond easy to get hot chicks to come home with you at night, especially if they saw you throwin around cash like I was. I can't even believe some of the things I did in those days. Most I'm not proud of at all. BUT, let's be honest, I had a lot of fun. Too much fun to be exact.
Now, all that's left of me is someone who has the talent but not the body. I have a surgically repaired Ulnar Collateral Ligament, Medial Collateral Ligament, rotator cuff, and a torn labrum in my right shoulder. That's just what I know of, there may be more.
I lost my house and all of my cars but one. Managed to hang on to the Bentley, but had to sell it for much less than it was worth so I could pay off other debts. So now I'm just a normal guy who lives in an apartment and drives a mustang GT. Not a bad car, but nothing like I was used to. It's very depressing having your perfect lif ripped away by none other than yourself.
The most interesting thing out of this story has to do with AAS. I was offered certain AAS and HGH several times during my recovery and I refused. I guess I was under the impression that you couldn't drink while being on them and that just wasn't going to do. After all, I did blow a .29 on a breathalizer that I somehow got away with. The cop must have been a dodger fan cuz he dropped me off at my buddy's hous and I came back and picked up my car the next day.
Had I taken the HGH and AAS like so many others did I may still be playing today. That's the thing that I wonder about the most. That's the biggest "what if?" for me. Could I have come back quicker? Could I have made it up to the bigs? No use in lingering too long on those questions, there's nothing that can be done now. But, the point is, because of these thoughts, I decided to put a vested interest into studying AAS and peptides. I learned more than ever thought possible and ran numerous successful cycles. A few were experimental but ended up working out for the better.
I experienced all that one could ask for from the "single life." I missed out on college...so instead of fucking the new incoming freshman I was taking home milfs from clubs. I used to drink so much each day that a 300mg single dose of Winstrol wouldn't get me worried about my liver.
Sorry for such a long schpiel, I'm just trying to vent right now and convince myself that I'm not a "has been" and I still have something left to focus on in my life and be proud of. As I've said, I've struggled in more ways than one in this life, so if anyone needs to just talk about anything, I'm here (no homo). Call me an idiot or a failure all you want, I just really needed to get all this off my chest to someone.
Until that day when I know what my purpose on this planet will be.....Cheers
Anyways, here is a little something about me that you probably didn't know (This is more me venting than an interesting story so bare with me here, lol).
I have been atheltic my whole life, 6'2" 185 lbs my freshman year in high school. Come the end of my Senior year, I was a 1st Round Draft Pick of the Los Angeles Dodgers and an instant 18 year old Millionaire. So, immediately thinking to prepare for the future, I bought only what I thought was necessary...a $750,000 house, a Bentley Continental GT, and an Escalade. It's amazing how much you can think that you are "mature for your age" until someone hands you a sack of cash.
3 months before my 20th birthday I was pitching in double-A already and leading the league in strikeouts. I was on track to make it to the bigs in my teens. But that night after a high 94mph fastball, something in my elbow popped. Actually, it was more like someone lit my elbow on fire and tried to soothe the burning with a chainsaw (no joke, it was seriously that painful). Later that night the skip got a call from the big league club saying they needed me up there to pitch out of the bullpen and possibly make a start. I was crushed after my manager had to tell them the news that I was injured. So, they took another of my teammates up...who is still in the bigs today.
TO be honest, I have no idea what wouldv'e happened if I had stayed healthy. But, that injury was the start of my demise. I started "just not giving a fuck" about anything. I made it back to AAA Las Vegas, but never could regain the control to get up to the bigs.
Vegas was a terrible place for me. I spent money like it was no big deal on a daily basis. $5,000 for table service....no problem. $2,000 at the strip club, no big deal. I bought several more cars and lots of nice things. As a baseball player, it was beyond easy to get hot chicks to come home with you at night, especially if they saw you throwin around cash like I was. I can't even believe some of the things I did in those days. Most I'm not proud of at all. BUT, let's be honest, I had a lot of fun. Too much fun to be exact.
Now, all that's left of me is someone who has the talent but not the body. I have a surgically repaired Ulnar Collateral Ligament, Medial Collateral Ligament, rotator cuff, and a torn labrum in my right shoulder. That's just what I know of, there may be more.
I lost my house and all of my cars but one. Managed to hang on to the Bentley, but had to sell it for much less than it was worth so I could pay off other debts. So now I'm just a normal guy who lives in an apartment and drives a mustang GT. Not a bad car, but nothing like I was used to. It's very depressing having your perfect lif ripped away by none other than yourself.
The most interesting thing out of this story has to do with AAS. I was offered certain AAS and HGH several times during my recovery and I refused. I guess I was under the impression that you couldn't drink while being on them and that just wasn't going to do. After all, I did blow a .29 on a breathalizer that I somehow got away with. The cop must have been a dodger fan cuz he dropped me off at my buddy's hous and I came back and picked up my car the next day.
Had I taken the HGH and AAS like so many others did I may still be playing today. That's the thing that I wonder about the most. That's the biggest "what if?" for me. Could I have come back quicker? Could I have made it up to the bigs? No use in lingering too long on those questions, there's nothing that can be done now. But, the point is, because of these thoughts, I decided to put a vested interest into studying AAS and peptides. I learned more than ever thought possible and ran numerous successful cycles. A few were experimental but ended up working out for the better.
I experienced all that one could ask for from the "single life." I missed out on college...so instead of fucking the new incoming freshman I was taking home milfs from clubs. I used to drink so much each day that a 300mg single dose of Winstrol wouldn't get me worried about my liver.
Sorry for such a long schpiel, I'm just trying to vent right now and convince myself that I'm not a "has been" and I still have something left to focus on in my life and be proud of. As I've said, I've struggled in more ways than one in this life, so if anyone needs to just talk about anything, I'm here (no homo). Call me an idiot or a failure all you want, I just really needed to get all this off my chest to someone.
Until that day when I know what my purpose on this planet will be.....Cheers
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