On the Eighth, I search Twitter a few times during class anxiously awaiting the release of the All-Star rosters. I know in my heart he'll make it—I just need official confirmation.
Finally, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I click the link in the tweet, scroll past the American League Roster for now, and there it is. He did it. His fans voted. Hamilton made the All-Star Team his first full season in the Majors.
I fidget in my chair. An hour of class remains. How will I ever sit still? After a couple more minutes, I gather my items and slip out the door. My mind is not on today's class—I decide it won't hurt anything for me to leave early.
On the way to my car, I didn't notice the hot July sun as I shoot a text.
Me-congrats! I told you. Why do you ever doubt me?
I excitedly drive h
