I am still uncoordinated. Throw me a ball and I'll duck for cover. But I can oil a glove. Rattle off a fair amount of sports statistics. I've screamed at hockey umps, stomped my feet on a hundred baseball stands and revolve much of my life around SEC football. My life has changed due to sports. It's become better. And I can't help but sometimes wish that I grew up like Ty did.
Some of my husband's fondest memories, out of everything, are from his days as a Minnesota Twins bat boy. He spent thee years on their dugout bench. He traveled to some games. He stayed at some of their homes, babysat their kids. He was my resource for much of this book's content. He approached cute girls for the players. He ran across the street in search of batteries for their Walkmans. He mudded balls, did laundry and got stuffed in lockers. I've heard his stories for a decade. I'm glad this book gave me a chance to use some of them.
It's been thirty-some years since he was a bat boy. I'm sure some things have changed. If I described an improbably scenario, please don't roast me. Please take the spirit of the book as it was intended. I hope you enjoyed it. If so, please check out my other books here. If you'd like to be notified of my writing progress and new releases, please click here.