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Ecerpt from Better Than Perfect, Book 1 in More Than A Game series.

“Pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training in thirteen days, twenty-one hours and seventeen minutes,” Hall of Fame broadcaster Kip Michaels announced, and the crowd went wild. “Kicking off today’s Fan Fest, I’d like to introduce one of our newest players. Two-time Cy Young Award winner, perennial All-Star, and the last man to pitch a Perfect Game. Give a warm San Francisco welcome to Johnny ‘The Monk’ Scottsdale.”
Thirty thousand people were expected at the ballpark today. A great crowd—for a baseball game. But instead of working the count, Johnny would be working the crowd. Answering questions. Signing autographs. Putting himself out there in a way he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. He was as nervous as the day he’d made his professional debut fourteen years ago. Butterflies? Try every seagull on the West Coast taking roost in his stomach.
Focus. Breathe. Let it go.
“Thank you. I’m thrilled to be here.” He’d much rather face the 1927 Yankees than sit in front of a camera and a microphone talking about his game instead of playing it. “I hope I can help the team bring home a World Series Championship.”
He tried to relax his shoulders. Tried to hide his nerves. The Goliaths would be his last team. His last shot at a ring. His last chance to prove himself and leave a legacy that went beyond the diamond.

Portrait of baseball player with bare chest holding bat



Author of Contemporary Romance. Wife. Mother. Educator. Sports fan. And I once trained to be a model, but I don't look like one. Most days I don't even wear makeup.

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