I was 9 when I first picked a baseball bat. My dad had always encouraged me to play sports, and I had just got kicked out of basketball for being bad at it. He found out through a friend that there was a small team of cubans that had set up a baseball club not far from where I lived, so he asked me if I wanted to try and I agreed.
I never thought that I would be able to talk to you. but I’m glad that I have been given the chance. There are so many things I’d love to talk about. Like how insecure you were about your “love handles” or about how much you liked that one girl from physics class. I would love to, but I’m not here for that.