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  • Skip the Workout Apparel

    Waiting for a complete wardrobe overhaul before starting your workouts? Don’t. When I was 22, I learned firsthand how endorsement deals between shoe companies and major league ballplayers worked. Adidas reached out to me. In exchange for donning their spikes and batting gloves, they offered me cash and a selection of merchandise. The cash part…

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  • Open Thread: Week 6

    Let’s dive right in. Kelebek: So recently, you invited the KapLifeFam to your place for breakfast (I love a good omelet), but what does dinner look like in your house on days when you don’t get home late from the studio? You have a busy schedule but from following your blog since the beginning of…

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  • Honest Communication

    The best way you can respect another human being is to communicate honestly with them. In professional and personal relationships, communicating messages quickly and directly is a solid way to demonstrate respect for another’s time. More importantly, both you and the receiving party will be better off. As a player, I clamored for honesty from…

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  • Protein Powders

    Powders are for snorting. If you want protein, you should be eating real food. You know my views on shortcuts, and protein powders undoubtedly belong in that blender. I get my protein in a form my body recognizes, via the flesh of humanly raised animals. But I’ve finally cracked. For you, not for me, I’ve…

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  • Giving the Gift of Health

    I’m not big on receiving presents. There is one type that I do like, however. My favorite gift to give and receive is food. Warning: brutal honesty coming. Receiving gifts can sometimes be a struggle. First, I’m not interested in many physical things. Second, I’m quite particular about the physical items I do keep. Frankly,…

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  • Picking Favorites

    Ali Farka Touré (October 31, 1939 – March 7, 2006) is my favorite (musical) artist. I can say that with complete certainty. If you’re reading this blog, you’re likely two things. One, a music lover and two, a conversationalist. As both of those things myself, I’ve been stumped by the question, “Who is your favorite artist?”…

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  • Experiencing the Grind

    Grinding cinnamon fresh is worth the effort. The flavor outcomes are more intense. Just as we advocate taking the time to grind our coffee beans right before we brew, the enhanced sensory experience pays taste dividends on the additional effort. I toss cinnamon on my sweet potatoes for the taste, but turns out, I might…

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  • Elk

    If you’ve been following this blog, you’re well aware of our lean towards animal flesh, fruits and vegetables as our main source of fuel. Sure, we encourage the occasional indulgence but our staples are consistent. We don’t believe in rules, and we certainly don’t stick to cows, pigs, chicken and fish. Among our choices should…

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  • Rejecting Labels

    The need to conform saps our creativity. Labels limit us. Who said a cocktail has to be in a glass? The other day, Stephanie, our resident cocktail expert, reached out to me with a note and a link. “Only in LA…,” she said. At first, I thought I’d be making fun of some fu-fu, pretentious…

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  • Coffee, Pigs, and Wifi

    Solid restaurants aren’t hard to find, but the exceptional ones identify their target market. You know that when I travel, I use Yelp to find outstanding spots. I look for places with strong local food, good music playing at the right volume and a positive ambiance. Rosella Coffee, in San Antonio, Texas, ticked all those…

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I aim to plan and consciously choose all of my indulgences. I have the knowledge and willpower to do so, but occasionally, I will have a substantial misfire.

I was in Boston, my home away from home, for the 2004 World Series reunion. I splurged nutritionally as I had intended, but I didn’t map out my large nutritional stumble while watching the game.

I had it all pre-navigated. My two men (12 and 14) and I love to experience travel through food. We think it’s the most efficient and interesting way to explore the culture of a city. We discussed the trip ahead of time and decided on three restaurants where we would fully indulge and eat like kings. We’d start with the team dinner at a fine steak and seafood house, follow it up with breakfast the next morning at a bakery, and finish it out with lunch at a tapas joint in the South End.

The first night the three of us shared bone in filets, swordfish steaks, oysters, giant shrimp, crab cakes, lamb chops, chocolate cake, apple crisps and cold vanilla ice cream. I enjoyed a few glasses of whiskey, neat, and my boys drank Sprite. We left the restaurant 1 for 1. Remember, this indulgence was planned.

The next morning, we went to a bakery suggested by a Boston-based chef friend. The boys picked up scones and French toast; I scored big with a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a crusty roll with spinach and tomato. The bite came complete with a Dijon mustard finish that struck a chord with me, managing to last all day. 2 at bats, 2 knocks.

After mobbing around on the T train all morning, making our way to Harvard and back to Downtown Crossing, we landed at our destination for lunch, Toro. Theo Epstein made the recommendation after I mentioned that my boys and I were on a food adventure. This is the guy who went out to get the “washed up” 2002 version of David Ortiz, so he’s proven his scouting mettle. If he thinks it’s a worthwhile trip, I’ll take his advice.

Back to food.

Rather than turn this post into a restaurant review, I’ll keep it simple. I had an out of body experience. Every small plate that arrived was visually captivating and stunning on the palate. We sprinted the gamut. From spicy curry beef empanadas to cauliflower with golden raisins and pine nuts to the pièce de résistance, roasted bone marrow with radish citrus salad and oxtail marmalade. This dish, holy fuck. Our waiter described it exquisitely as “like rich, hot, beef flavored butter.” I was now 3 for 3 and ready for my final at bat.

A theme throughout this entire trip was advance planning. My first mistake was not preparing for this final meal. I figured my boys and I would just eat at the ballpark and didn’t put much thought into it. I knew that the options would be plentiful and come in large quantities. I wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I quickly got off course.

I was running around at Fenway from this place to that, answering questions and meeting folks. My boys were on their own and already up in the suite by the time I arrived around the start of the first inning. They had eaten pizza, snacks and fruit, totally what I expected for them. I walked in starving, my second mistake.  I reached for a plate and piled on decent looking veggies, a huge mound of guacamole, and the only available protein, stale fried chicken strips. I could have reached into my bag and opened a can of wild caught salmon. I didn’t. My defenses were down. I hadn’t snacked. I ingested that garbage and suffered strike one.

You know my stance on processed foods. Those frozen chunks of flour covered meat product provide little nutritional value. I had already experienced a whirlwind day filled with emotion and exertion, and the pizza under the heat lamp began to look lovely.

I advocate indulgence, but I advocate planned, quality indulgence. This was neither. I scarfed down a piece and the drugs hit my bloodstream. I couldn’t chew fast enough. Strike two.

The final pitch of the at bat came in and I chased it. I scarfed down a few more slices, knowing even as I did so that it wasn’t my finest hour.

3 for 4. In baseball that’s a hell of a day. Nutritionally, I expect 4 for 4s from myself almost always. I’m in control, so the high bar is appropriately set. Rather than dwell on it, I’ll do what Manny tells us to do after a rough at bat. “Turn the page, papi.”

I write this from the plane the following morning. I’ve turned the page. Today, I’ve ingested steel cut oats, fresh organic blueberries, a pile of kale, a chunk of a ham steak, a few fresh scrambled eggs and organic black coffee.

In my bag, I have a large salad with tons of fresh veggies, almonds, chicken, organic Hannah yams. I also still have that wild salmon I passed over for pizza in a box.

I’m back on track. I remember last night’s at bat and will make the adjustment without carrying the emotion of yesterday over into today’s game.

I hope you’ll share your stories of strikeouts or home runs in the comments section below.

Kap