Once a week or so, instead of taking batting practice on the field, we will take it inside, in the stadium batting cage. And for a lot of guys, that is an invitation to bare all. Without fail, a teammate will decide to take off his clothes and rub some sort of condiment — mustard, peanut butter, whatever— all over himself before he steps in to take a few swings. The sight of a big fella covered in peanut butter taking swings a a baseball tends to keep things light. Even BP pitchers get in on the act. Some days I’ll show up in the cage, and the guy throwing to me has on his birthday suit. Let me tell you, nothing tests your focus more than trying to hit a baseball thrown by a man with his junk hanging out.