April 1, 2003: Without the help of a noisy alarm clock, barking dogs or a hotel wake-up call, both Ken Macha and Bob Melvin were wide awake before the sun came up in Oakland.
That’s what happens when you get your first managerial job in Major League Baseball. Macha and Melvin, both tired but too anxious to sleep, spent the morning doing busy work, trying to erase the anticipation of the season opener. No such luck. The nervous excitement actually took its toll on Melvin, who had to fill out his lineup card three times before getting it right (one, he messed up his own signature and the other he didn’t include Ichiro Suzuki’s last name).