Logan Gelbrich is a senior catcher at San Diego. He played in
60 games a season ago with 56 starts and saw action as designated hitter and in
left field as well as behind the plate. A native of Los Angeles, Gelbrich was
named first team all-West Coast Conference in 2007 after hitting .316 with 67
hits, including 16 doubles, and 38 RBI. Gelbrich handles one of the top pitching
staffs in the nation.
February 7, 2008
then the mood all changed.'
It didn't take Coach Hill's lyrical warning, compliments of Eminem's "Lose
Yourself," for new players to recognize that relatively mellow days of
small-group workouts were over.
It's a Torero tradition to spend the first few days of full team practice back
from break competing in the Torero Olympics and camping out at the beach.
The Olympics begin with a draft of two teams led by a select group of juniors.
Nick McCoy and Josh Romanski headed Team Forehead Hunters, while Kevin Muno and
Brian Matusz led the charge with Team Say It to My Face. Though the origins of
the team names are secret, you can tell we have a good time competing against
each other. Everything we did counted for points whether it was a baseball
related contest or not.
a senior, I was aware that this camping trip was no vacation. It's more of a
team bonding experience by way of exhaustion, a test of mental and physical
strength, Smores, skits, various contests and plenty of baseball.
If the new players didn't realize the mood had changed around the program when
they arrived for their second practice of the day in sleeves and beanies under
the lights, then they probably got the picture when they woke up from a
purposeful terrible night of sleep in tents to the voice of Coach Hill shouting
to wake up.
The early wake-up was the beginning of another long day that began with the
notorious "Fun Run" about 1.5 miles down the beach, up Swamis Staircase and back
to camp along the Pacific Coast Highway. Matt Couch took first in the race for
Team Forehead Hunters.
Shortly after, we met back at the beach for Tug-o-war, then headed back to
campus for a two-a-day of practice and intrasquads. After dinner, it was time
for the skit performances.
Each team performed skits that left no player, coach, noticeable mannerism or
tendency off limits. This year's showing was hilarious. I got ripped pretty good
for wearing corduroys and for my pre-at-bat routine.
Yet again, we wake up to Coach Hill's voice, which was even more thrilling since
the night consisted of some convenient rainfall and a desperate need for in-tent
chiropractor service (turns out you can feel the rocks through your sleeping bag
in this particular campsite).
Some baseball events were cut short due to the rain, but the triathlon went on.
I did the first leg, which was a swim out to Coach Hill on his surf board and
back, which was far from ideal in the high surf, rain and chilly water. I took
second behind Kyle Blair, aka Wonderboy (we're still looking for something he's
not good at). From there, we tag teammates for the run, which is more of an
adrenalin-rushed fight for survival up the beach dodging rocks, stretches of
thigh-high water and the unexpected underwater hole. The triathlon ends with a
posture-unfriendly tire roll down the PCH to camp.
With the camping trip behind us, I think we are a closer, tougher group ready to
prepare for '08.
(action photo by Brock Scott)