I’ve always wanted to play baseball professionally but started to think that was just a dream. Stuck in the miunors longer than I’d wanted, I’m finally getting noticed. And that’s when I lose my swing.
My coach wants me to see a psychologist. Says it’s all in my head. At this point, I’ll do anything.
That’s how I meet her. She’s working with the doctor but she knows the game and can see every one of my faults. I don’t have time for distraction and she doesn’t date ballplayers. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about her. Doesn’t help that the game is in her blood. She’s basically a baseball princess.
Wrigley can be one of two things. The thing that shakes my focus or the reason I get my head back in the game.