The Dugout

Let me ask you this: If someone is vying for your spot on a team and just so happens to injure you during practice, would you believe it was on purpose? Word around campus is... it was no accident. That injury has cost me everything: my starting position, my junior year—and the draft. Now I’m a senior, fresh off recovery, struggling to find my groove, until the day I run into a nervous, fidgety girl with freckles in the dining hall. They call Milly Potter the Baseball Whisperer, the Diamond Wizard, and the Epitome of All Knowledge. She believes in baseball. She breathes it. She’s the queen of an infamous dynasty, but no one actually knows who she really is, and she plans to keep it that way. One mishap in the panini line, one miscommunication in the weight room, and many failed attempts at an apology add up to one solid truth — Milly Potter never wants to speak to me again, no matter how good my forearms look. Little do we both know, she’s about to become more than just my fairy ballmother.