I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston's. I sure as hell didn't expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out "Bride To Be" would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: she had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going . . . in. After the hottest hour of my life with the stand-in bride, I left her with my number on a baseball card, confident I'd see her again, and then headed back to Jersey. In the blink of an eye, everything changed. I woke up in the hospital, not remembering anything from that night. I had been dropped by my team and that I had a long road ahead of me. Then life swung hard, returned me to the game, and dropped the stand-in bride back into my life. Except, she wasn't at all what I expected, and she brought her own issues to the field. Nothing good in life comes without doing the work. This would be no exception. Batter up. Contains mature themes.