When I was 8, I was a rockstar Little Leaguer. Fastest kid on my team, lead-off hitter, All Star a few years in a row. Baseball was my passion. Until the middle of the season, when this opposing punk pitcher with the most feared fastball in our league decided to drill me. One of those pitches where you see it coming at you and have just enough time to turn and take it right in the middle of your back.I won’t lie: it hurt like a mother. And I definitely cried.The rest of the game (and the n...