Back in February, the Brewers invited me to participate in spring training. As it turns out, I blow at baseball. But my efforts were enough to earn me a spot in Milwaukee's sausage race. While the results of my spring at the Polish Sausage will soon be forgotten, the wisdom I gained lives on.
Plastic cleats are permitted, and might help on the dirt. But know that if you're the only competitor wearing spikes, any humiliating loss will be that much more humiliating.