“Because, I don’t speak athlete. The last sports article I had to write was last year and the only reason it turned out to be any good was that you actually translated the rules into Alice friendly terms. Stupid editors wanting to do an all-sports edition of the paper… just wait until I am editor.”

“But that was tennis Al” Dana interrupted Alice’s rant. “This is boxing.”

“Sport talk is sport talk. Oh there is the guy I am supposed to talk to. I am going to go talk to him. I expect you to help me translate when I get back.”

With that the journalist was off, making her way through the weight room. Dana just shook her head at the sight of her friend next to all the exercise equipment. Alice looked so out of place.

Dana, rather than just standing there waiting for her friend return. She looked around trying to decide if she wanted to work with some free-weights until Alice was finished.

Her eyes landed on a speed bag along one side of the room, and decided to give it a whirl. Besides, if I am expected to translate for Alice, I should at least a little bit about the equipment these guys use.

Dana made her way over to the speed bag and got set. She tested it out giving it a hit with one fist, only to miss the second hit as the bag came back at a weird angle. She tried again with the same result. On her third try she got in four hits before she missed yet again.

“You need to hold your shoulders back and adjust your footing slightly,” a voice interrupted before her next attempt.

Dana turned to see a gentleman, about ten or fifteen years older than her dad, wearing a Bruins athletic department polo.

“Oh I was just playing around. I’ve never used this piece of equipment before. But it really works the shoulders.”

“That it does. You’re Fairbanks, right? From the tennis team? I’m Sam Bennett, I’m a trainer for the baseball team.”

Dana extended her hand in greeting saying, “Hi, I’m Dana. So if your focus primarily baseball?”