Phoenix — You can imagine what it's like when nearly 100 guys get together to play baseball, hang out in a clubhouse by day and party in a hotel by night.
Let's just say it's a good thing most of the participants at Brewers Fantasy Camp are at an age when testosterone levels start to dip and hamstrings, after a few days of relatively mild exercise, beg for mercy.
A small minority burns the midnight wax. The rest are in bed by 10 p.m., waiting for the combination of Aleve and Miller Lite to kick in so they can get some sleep.