I’ve spent my entire life around sports. It started when I was about 5 years old. My dad and my brother were playing catch in front of our house growing up in Cleveland Heights. My brother, Bruce, was nine years older than I. He was 14, and I remember chasing the ball back and forth as they zipped it over my head.

My dad got a phone call and had to go inside. I really wanted to play catch with them, but I was too little.

My brother sat down on our brick stairs leading to the house and waited for my father to return. He left the ball on the ground. My ambition got the best of me. My brother wasn’t looking, and it was at that moment that I knew I had an uncontrollable fastball.

How out of control? Bruce didn’t see the ball coming. The shattered glass window my father had just placed in th

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