He was past his baseball prime now and had not made it onto a Major League roster. Sure, there
had been times in his career, including May of this season, that he had been promoted to replace
an injured player, though his tenure had never lasted more than two games at a time. That was
all it took, though. In just eighteen innings he had learned what it felt like to get up to bat in front of 40,000 people and a cyclops-like television camera. It didn’t matter that the fans didn’t know
his name – he was driven by the desire to make them know. In just eighteen innings he learned what he was missing and what he had been craving his entire life.
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