My name is Ace Watson, and I’m having an existential crisis.
I finished last season as one of the league's best pitchers. Baseball’s smooth-talking boy wonder. The future of The New York Lions.
I'm starting this season as the worst.
And I don't want to sound dramatic, but the fault lies entirely with Payton Lopez.
She walked into my life with her mile long legs and dark brown waves, and threw me the curviest of all curve balls. Overnight my ability to pitch disappeared with my ability to charm, and I found myself riding a one way ticket to being the most expensive bench warmer in the M.L.B.
The only solution: to get Payton to fix what she broke.
Before long, what started as a way to get my pitch back, soon turns into any excuse I can find for us to spend time together.
Before long I have everything I didn't even realize I wanted.
Now I just need to prove to her that while I exist without baseball, I can’t live without her.
Payton Lopez might have thrown me a curve ball, but I’m pitching right back.
The New York Lions, #2