Tough Out by Keelan EllisWhat was I thinking? That seems to be the question of the hour. Also of the day, and the entire past week. That’s what my mother wanted to know. My agent also asked me that, as did the manager of the Triple-A team I’ve been playing for this season, and my ex-boyfriend, who’s still stuck catching in Double-A and is starting to think it’s never going to happen for him. Actually, Edgar’s exact words were, “Are you a f*****g i***t?” Harsh, but I understand where he’s coming from. It’s what I’ve been asking myself all week. Anyway, I get it. They care about me—or at least, in the case of my agent, my success—and figure I should have left it to someone else to stick his neck out. The way I see it, I didn’t have much of a choice.
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I was up in the rotation on Sund
