Chapter 25
JEFF
November
The ball park feels bigger in the off-season. Hollow, with tired bones, but full of potential.
I climb into the stands and sit high above the first base line. For the first time in my adult life, I don’t have to think about that potential, about what’s to come for my team.
In an hour, I’m giving the press conference everyone has known is coming.
Coach Rosehill is retiring.
I always assumed that when this day came, I would feel much the same as the empty stadium. Hollow, with tired bones. But without that hope for a new season ahead.
How wrong I was.
I don’t feel tired at all. Or hollow. And my next season is going to be the best one yet.
Down below, a figure appears on the edge of the field. She’s looking for me, but I don’t tell her that I’m up here. Not yet.
I’m going to take a minute to enjoy the view of my pregnant wife first. Tall, busting with my baby, moving with purpose.
Yeah, next season is going to be different for me. But it’s also going to be amazing, I have no doubt.