Each Spring for the past four years I have made a 3-4 day trip to Arizona with my son, Ari, now 18, to be a baseball fan and attend Spring Training games. This year we saw three games at three different stadiums. Each time the look of the crowd was different and, unfortunately, the waistlines of the men got progressively bigger. I am worried about them.

At the first game was the typical Seattle crowd – pretty active folks and not a lot of obesity. But game #2 the next day was in fashionable Scottsdale where San Francisco Giants fans mingled with groups of 30-something men, apparently some of them on business trips for sales meetings. Maybe others were making an annual pilgrimage with buddies from their fantasy baseball league. As I watched the guys enjoy their hot dogs and beer, I flashed back to an image of these same men when they were in college or even high school. I am betting many of these very personable types were in college fraternities. I was too. When they graduated their affable demeanors and can-do attitude made many of them ideal for sales or company meetings - on the road.

If you've flown alongside "road warriors" these days you know how tough their life can be. Flights are often disrupted, pressures are high, clients and managers want to be entertained. It can be a life of three cities in three days, lots of rich food and booze, late nights, and little or no time for exercise.

Then there's the annual get together in Phoenix with your colleagues or buds. More drinking, dinners, and some carousing. All this can be just fine if the traveler exercises a lot of discipline to protect their health. But that can be really tough if you like people and always strive to be "one of the boys." And, let's face it, being a baseball fan can be a very sedentary activity.

At game #3 there were Chicago Cubs fans. Many men had come with their families. Perhaps these guys were just seeking some sunshine after a long, cold winter. No matter what, their shape was the same, strong shoulders, often, a big gut. It looked to me like a lot of men in their mid to late 30's were 50-70 pounds overweight. They had the same smile as their fraternity days but their flat stomach had been swapped out for a shape ranging from a pillow to a bowling ball.

Now why am I sounding off about this? Here's why: we now have 20 million diabetics, mostly type II and caused by obesity. By 2050 we'll have 48 million. My former fraternity brothers and fellow male baseball fans are headed for membership in this group and may live shorter lives because of it. Heart attacks and strokes waiting to happen.

I am not saying men with a knack for sales shouldn't go on the road or that buddies shouldn't celebrate their love of baseball together (One of my favorite movies is "Fever Pitch" where Jimmy Fallon and his buds LIVED for the Boston Red Sox). But the way men operate in business today or in social tribes I am fearful the price is too high. The worst part is that the toll is taken gradually and I don't think the men realize it.

Am I advocating carrot sticks and fruit smoothies as required for Spring Training next year? I don't think so, but I'll be happy to stage a fun run or two to get the former frat boys moving for – and thinking about – small steps for better health.