Ballplayers talk about the clubhouse being their sanctuary. The place where they can escape the spotlight and the distractions. Where they can tune out the world and focus on the task at hand: pitched athletic competition and managing the grind of a long, grueling season.
If that makes you picture guys sitting quietly and gathering their thoughts or starting at nothing while managing an intense swelling of emotion and feeling which they’ll then attempt to channel into physical activity, well, you’re right. That happens. Definitely happens. I’ve seen it.
But sometimes it also involves wailing some Backstreet Boys while playing cards. That definitely happens too.