As a former Major League Baseball player, I’m often asked what I remember most about my experiences in professional ball, and my answer’s almost always a shock to those asking. It’s not the pre-draft workout I was invited to at Fenway Park (baseball’s holiest of temples) or pitching on the same mound as so many of the great New York Yankees legends in The House That Ruth Built or even getting my first career win at Wrigley Field (baseball’s second holiest of temples). There’s a place in the majors far removed from the glitz and glam, where smaller, quainter stadiums…
