Chapter 12
SEVIN
Friday evening
The lights grow hotter and brighter at Scottsdale stadium as the sun begins to set over the Arizona horizon. And the anxiousness in my body settles with it.
The smell of fresh cut grass is in the air and all around me.
Headphones in, focus on, I’m the first person to leave the locker room fully dressed, and though the Cougar team clamors around me, I can barely hear them over the sound of my own attentions.
This is the moment where I lose myself. Every time.
The twenty minutes before a game starts is always the same—like clockwork, and with my baseball cap on, music turned up, I tune myself like a machine before the umpire even hits the field, every muscle in my body relaxing as I hit the zone.
Baseball is my first love. And, in some ways, my only.
