I never ever asserted to be the best pitcher on the planet-- then again, maybe I did-- but I was most likely intoxicated off my ass attempting to seduce some chick. I had no intent of ever ending up being the very best or the best. That was more my old man's dream. What the hell was I doing beginning my novice season with the Oklahoma City Warriors? Well, the way I see it, playing baseball was what I was born to do. It was simple. And the title and paycheck managed me everything I might ever desire-- hot automobiles as well as hotter ladies. Everything was going my way, till an opportunity meeting with a brunette spinner named Chelsea Brooks rocked my world and altered the video game for good. You don't get to be a professional ball gamer without a few skeletons in your closet-- tricks that might cost me everything. The fame, the cash, and worst of all, Chelsea.