“There are few things I feel certain of in this world. I’ve never understood people who could walk through life completely sure of themselves and their purpose on Earth. Blind faith does not exist for me. It never has and I don’t imagine it ever will. What does exist in my world is baseball. The knowledge that, on any given day, I am the best third baseman in the league. From the first day I stepped foot on a diamond, I knew I would spend my life there, one hundred percent dedicated to this thing we call a game. No matter where life has taken me I’ve always ended up right back here, a glove on my hand, a hat pulled down over my hair, and a rush of adrenaline flooding my veins. Nothing could focus me more than the feeling of a ball in my hand. My knees bent, my eyes narrowed, every inch of my body focused on what move to make next. It never occurred to me that I would lose that certainty, that assurance I had that I was, and always would be, the best. Baseball is my world. It’s my life. It is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a religion. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a true love." "At least, it was....”