YUMA, Ariz. — He junked the earrings and left them home. His raunchy locker-room humor is being kept in check. He's seeking advice from veteran players instead of snapping wet towels at naked men.
Shawn Wesley Abner, who has been little more than an intriguing sideshow to the Padres for the past five years, is changing his act.
"For me, this is it," said Abner, vying for the Padres' starting center-field job. "This is my do-or-die year. I'm on a mission. I've busted my ass all winter and didn't even think about anything else. I don't succeed, I'll be the most disappointed guy in the world.
"Really, I've got no excuses, because they're giving me every opportunity in the world. I wake up every morning thinking about the opportunity. I mean, there are two outfield spots wide open. The only other teams who have two spots open are the expansion teams, and they haven't drafted yet.
"But I'm sure people are expecting me to fail so they can call me a failure again. I know I haven't lived up to expectations. Don't you think I know that? Everyone tells me that.
"But you know something? The hardest thing of all is not living up to your own expectations.
"That hurts more than anything."
Shawn Abner is 24 years old.
He was supposed to be a star. The town of Mechanicsburg, Pa., was flooded with baseball scouts every time he played. He had speed. He had power. He could field.
"He had everything you'd ever want," said Joe McIlvaine, Padre general manager, who scouted him while with the New York Mets. "He had all the tools and that great makeup. Who wouldn't want him?"
The Mets, who had the No. 1 pick in the free-agent draft of June 1984, decided to take him. They picked him over Mark McGwire . . . and over Cory Snyder . . . and over Oddibe McDowell . . . and over Scott Bankhead.
"I remember sitting in his house that day," McIlvaine said. "He didn't have an agent, so I thought I'd have to be dealing with his father. But it was his mother, she was the force. And, let me tell you, she was stubborn.
"I finally said, 'Mrs. Abner, why don't you please call an agent, because it should sure would be easier dealing with an agent than you.'
"We signed him 10 minutes later."
Abner received a $150,500 signing bonus, at the time the largest in the history of the game.
It took three years for the critics to emerge. He no longer had any power. He couldn't hit a breaking ball. He didn't have any discipline at the plate. He was a bust.
"It was crazy," McIlvaine said. "He was the youngest player in the league, and all you'd ever hear about was that he couldn't lay off the curveball. He keeps chasing curveballs in the dirt. The kid was 19 years old."
He didn't play again for the Mets. He was traded during the 1986 winter meetings to the Padres in a package that included Kevin Mitchell. The Mets got Kevin McReynolds.
Padre fans never have forgotten.
"I can't blame them," Abner said. "What have I done? It's not like I've been completely awful. But I'm sure they want to guy who can do more than play defense and hit .240."
When you're the No. 1 pick in all of the land, mediocrity hardly is tolerated.
"I remember going to this card show over the winter," Abner said, "where I was signing autographs. This guy comes up with about 1,000 of my rookie cards. He just walks up, doesn't say anything, but he shows me his cards and gives me a look, like, 'Look what I wasted my time on.'
"This other one came up and said, 'You can play defense, but you can't hit worth a (darn).'
"And this girl was 3 years old."
There was the time Abner brought ferrets to spring-training camp, wanting to alleviate his boredom. There was the spring-training camp that Abner had designs shaved into his head, and after he grew tired of it two weeks later, shaved everything off. This year, he was all set to have U.S.A. shaved into the side of his hair, you know, for patriotic reasons, but his barber told him he couldn't pull it off.
Yes, the dude can be a little peculiar.
Do you know anyone else that keeps his forearms clean-shaven--and occasionally shaves his chest hair?
"I don't like hair on my body," Abner said.
Then there's the matter of his wedding. He married his high-school sweetheart, Kris, in the Little White Chapel in Las Vegas on Oct. 5, 1987. Or was it Oct. 6?
"I don't know, one of those," Abner said. "I can never remember that date. I just know it was the day after the season ended."
Abner wore high-top tennis shoes, shorts and a khaki shirt.
Kris wore a mini-skirt with sneakers.
"We just wanted to get it over with," Abner said. "It only cost us $25, it was great. It was just us, and a secretary from the (Las Vegas) Stars. She had to be our witness because we didn't have any.
"When it was over, we went grocery shopping.
"You know, I wouldn't call it fancy or anything."
The Abners spent their winters in Las Vegas, where he spent most his professional career, playing for the triple-A Stars. Every Friday night, you could find Abner at a casino playing blackjack.