Student and sportswriter Eric Trent, 31, spent five years as a homeless drug addict. “I’m so far removed from my addiction that it’s really weird to think I was that other person at one time,” he says.
On a blue-skied, 71-degree day in Seattle, you won’t find a soul at Safeco Field who isn’t stoked to be there.
You’ll see wide-eyed kids sitting on their fathers’ shoulders. You’ll see couples slow-sippin’ from Edgar’s Cantina. And, of course, you’ll see 50 guys in uniform carrying out their childhood dreams.
But I can assure you that today, the most ecstatic man in the yard will be a 31-year-old sportswriter gazing on from the second row of the press box.