As I toweled off I couldn’t help but remark how in shape my body was. I hadn’t really taken a look all season, but my workout schedule and playing had combined to tone and build both my upper and lower body, and I had shed some of the extra pounds that had accumulated around my waist off season. Fuck, I looked hot, and I was proud. Big, meaty pecs, biceps that balled into cords of powerful muscle, my abs not perfectly ripped but definitely rockhard. And a nice, high and round butt and a set of thick, muscular quads.
Read End of Baseball Season by Bill Drake