Rome. London. Paris. Rome again. Istanbul. And now Madrid. These are the places we will remember for the rest of our lives.
Consider this a letter to our national team, to MLS, and to the fans, from a kid named Taylor who grew up St. Louis.
If I could tell you one secret about my life, this would be it. Anyone can be happy — anyone can love this game.
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.
Jakarta changed the way I saw the world, though I didn’t understand that until much later.
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.