I don’t think his point was “Women can do it, so it must be easy”, but rather “Workouts designed for women tend to be easy”. But nobody ever accused a ballplayer of eloquence.

I was about 13 or 14 years old in Oklahoma City at a baseball tournament. In our second game, I pulled my groin muscle, but was still expected to pitch in the morning, so my mother went and bought me some ben-gay. Whilst applying it to my groin, a subtle shift caused me to apply said pain relieving cream directly to my crotchal region. I didn’t want to tell my mom, because, you know… it was my junk and I don’t like to talk to mom about my junk. After dancing around the hotel for a good thirty minutes (on the brink of tears I might add), I decided it was time to tell mom.

“Here honey, I have this cream…” she says in that reassuring mom voice. “This will make it all better.”

Daggummed stuff worked. I come out of the bathroom feeling relieved, with a hint of slighty tarnished pride. I ask my mom exactly what it was that she gave me, because it’s like a miracle cream.

“Oh, it’s Vagisil! It’s great, right?”