I never claimed to be the greatest pitcher in the world—then again, I may have—but I was probably drunk off my ass trying to seduce some chick. I had no intention of ever becoming the best or the greatest. That was more my old man’s dream.
So, what the hell was I doing starting my rookie season with the Oklahoma City Warriors? Well, the way I see it, playing baseball was what I was born to do.
It was easy.
And the title and paycheck afforded me everything I could ever want—hot cars and even hotter women.
Everything was going my way, until a chance meeting with a brunette spinner named Chelsea Brooks rocked my world and changed the game for good.
You don’t get to be a pro ball player without a few skeletons in your closet—secrets that could cost me everything. The fame, the money, and worst of all, Chelsea.
So, what the hell was I doing starting my rookie season with the Oklahoma City Warriors? Well, the way I see it, playing baseball was what I was born to do.
It was easy.
And the title and paycheck afforded me everything I could ever want—hot cars and even hotter women.
Everything was going my way, until a chance meeting with a brunette spinner named Chelsea Brooks rocked my world and changed the game for good.
You don’t get to be a pro ball player without a few skeletons in your closet—secrets that could cost me everything. The fame, the money, and worst of all, Chelsea.