Lucas had not slept well. After giving up around four in the morning, he got out of bed and decided to research baseball on the web. He was pulling out his hair within twenty minutes.
What the hell is a DH? And why are some people so against it?
He typed “DH” and “baseball” into the Google bar and the words “designated hitter” popped up.
What the hell? You can have someone hit the ball for you? Too bad I didn’t know about that in kindergarten, the one and only day I played T-ball.
He gave up and grabbed himself a couple of granola bars, then looked around his little studio rental. He had moved so quickly, he had yet to find a more permanent place. At least living at the extended-stay hotel would give him a chance to find out more about the area. On the plus side, it had a fridge and sm
