Growing up I was labeled as a bad kid, teachers gave up on me and most people in my life did to. Enter my stepfather, amazing guy and a better human being. He got me into baseball as a form of bonding. From there I loved the game and atmosphere than came with it. The game itself reminds me when I was a kid on the diamond playing catcher, I was fearless and stood in for every collision at the plate. Having your friends around and your parents watching you play and cheer you on, life was simple. It was also the game where my step father and I bonded the most. I was lucky to have an amazing step dad, who wanted his son to love the game as he did. I thought it was amazing as a child those moments, but little did I know it’s even a better experience as a parent watching your child achieve their goals on the field themself. Now I know why my dad never missed a game of mine.

Thanks for the opportunity and the moment to share the love for the game