As I sat in this tiny examining room and waited for the doctor who is worldwide known for doing surgery on highly paid professionals, I didn’t know what to expect. Was he going to be big and strong and in shape, or just the typical doctor that you would think of seeing every day. It was March 6th 2007; this was the day when I took flight to Birmingham, Alabama. The day was for a checkup and to go through some procedures just to know what was going on. The docs name is James Andrews; he’s a middle aged man somewhere around 50 with suit on, not like a typical doctor would wear. As he walks through the door my hands start to clam up, as I begin to talk to him I notice why all these great sports players come to him it’s not just cause of his name. He has a great personality, a bit of swagger that you can hear in his voice that says I will get the job done right. Throughout that day I felt as if there was a great pressure lifted off my shoulders. I could breathe easy knowing that I would finally get my life back “baseball.” On the ride from the hospital to the hotel, my father and I got acquainted with our bus driver which we found out would be driving us every day we stayed in Alabama. Al! He shouted over the roar of the bus motor. He was quite the talker; asking if it was our first time in Alabama, and where we were from, then asked if it was my first time to see Mr. Andrews. I quickly blurted out yes, he said well you’re getting nothing but the best of the best.
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