I actually had a guy who did this before every single appearance:
Take one can of Fresca, mix in two Fizzies and one tea spoon of Tang
He brought this concoction into the bullpen with him. He swore by it. It gave him a two inning buzz.
To look at the guy when he came back into the dugout was like looking into the eyes of tuning fork. On the other hand, four hours later he would have the worse cramps I’ve every seen a man with along with a burning sensation on both sides of his kidneys.
Some people have to “up” themselves with something besides what they came with. I don’t go along with that - but, knowing the business end of things in way-it-is, the job insecurity and the constant “push” to keep one’s job, it doesn’t surprise me at all. Not one bit. Besides, many of the ballplayers that I met weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed, in fact, so many of them were as dumb as a fencepost.