Anónimo

I may know everything there is to know about baseball, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Or like him. Garrett Reeves: sidelined player and the embodiment of everything I've learned to hate about baseball. He's gorgeous, he's cocky, he's laser-focused on getting back in the game, no matter the cost. When he convinces me to call games alongside him, our chemistry heats up the booth. We're good together, whether I want to admit it or not. I'm finding that I like baseball again, but even worse, I'm liking Garrett. A lot.

The Ballers took everything away from me last year. Riding the bench wasn't what I'd planned, and I don't want a repeat of that this season. I can't have a repeat of that, not if I want to accomplish all those goals I set for myself when I first came to RHS. There's one problem though. One Baller is determined to keep me on the sidelines. I'm broken because of him. Physically broken. I can't let that stop me though. There's so much riding on this year, and I won't let anything - or anyone - get in my way.