From New York Times Bestseller Alessandra Torre….
Baseball Gods. There have been a handful of them, men whose bats and gloves are gold. Men who are blessed in unfair ways. My father is one of those men. I’ve been right by his side through Dallas, then Detroit, and now, New York. We’ve worn blue and white for seven years. For over a thousand games I’ve been the lone girl on their buses, their jet, their dugout.
Then Chase Stern was traded in. A new god, one I’d worshipped from afar since the day he was drafted. Already a legend, as much for his off-field behavior as his batting average.
I should have stayed away. I should have known better.
Gods crush the hearts of mortals like me.