I never claimed to be the greatest pitcher in the world-then again, maybe I did-but I was probably drunk off my ass trying to seduce some chick. I had no intention of ever becoming the best or the greatest. That was more my old man's dream. So, what the hell was I doing starting my rookie season with the Oklahoma City Warriors? Well, the way I see it, playing baseball was what I was born to do. It was easy. And the title and paycheck afforded me everything I could ever want-hot cars and even hotter women. Everything was going my way, until a chance meeting with a brunette spinner named Chelsea Brooks rocked my world and changed the game for good. You don't get to be a pro ball player without a few skeletons in your closet-secrets that could cost me everything. The fame, the money, and worst of all, Chelsea.