Safe at First

I have one more year of baseball eligibility left. One more year to show the major league scouts that I'm worth it. That I'm good enough to play professional baseball for them. But honestly, I'm not sure that I am. So far, not a single scout has approached me. There are no agents banging down my door, hoping to represent me, no emails, no phone calls, no messages through Coach Jackson. No, nothing.

I also want what all my friends have found; a girlfriend, a partner, a teammate. I know I come...