What's going on in baseball now is up there with the Black Sox scandal, and it will be talked about forever — more so than steroids.
When I woke up that morning in Fort Myers, Florida, I was sitting all alone in my underwear. No shoes. No shirt. No pants. Just underwear.
When I walk in our front door, Cali and Charley … they don’t care how I pitched. They just want to give me a big hug and have some fun.
Baseball moms go above and beyond the call of duty, and they’re almost never recognized for it. They do it out of love, plain and simple.
There’s no blueprint for how to go on after you’ve lost a newborn child. You just have to do the best you can to make it to the next day.
I'm back. Ready to roll. Ready to help this team win it all. And I am going to cherish every single second I am able to play this game.
I recognize how rare it is for someone to get the opportunity to meet their hero, let alone get to spend time with them.