It was an easy warm-up question, one I should have been able to answer in my sleep. I’d known the answer all these years, waited for the moment when I could give it. But now that my chance was here, I found myself staring at the man as my mind went blank. Why did I want the job?
So I could be in the majors again? So I could watch on the sidelines as men younger and in better shape lived out my dream career that had been cut short?
For the first time since I got the call saying they were interested in me, I let myself imagine what it would really be like if I took the job. I’d be on the road all the time, which was fine when I’d been young and single, but now? Arizona didn’t seem too appealing. Now, it would mean leaving behind Rachel, and eventually our children. That thought brought wit
