In my freshman year in high school, I began to realize how much baseball meant to me. It happened after the team’s main pitcher broke his big toe while horsing around in the locker room.
It was time to face reality. My effort to pitch again had been a total flop. “It’s over,” I told Petie. “I really thought I could do it. . . .”
We were at home. Petie was sitting beside me, her hand massaging my shoulder. “You did everything you could but I think you’re…