By Amanda Comak
Winter in Wisconsin can seem relentless. Snow blankets the ground. The temperature rarely jumps above 27 degrees, and it’s not uncommon for it to hover in the single digits. The world expands for miles in front of you, and it’s almost entirely frozen.
The Washington Nationals right-hander pushes the madness of the baseball season into his rearview and shuffles his way onto the frozen canvas of a lake of his choosing two or three times a week. He cuts a hole in the ice, drops in his fishing line and waits. Usually he’s with a buddy or two, if they don’t have to work.