Sometimes, in the worst of it, the last person to believe in you is someone else.
You’re the one with the broad shoulders. The 100-mph fastball. The name across your back.
She’s the one who sees the tears, the darkness, the big mess it’s all become, and says, “As long as you feel like you have a chance, keep doing it.”
Daniel Bard, 35, has not thrown a big-league pitch since that day at Fenway Park, more than seven years ago. There were nine of them, the pitches, that day, actually. Eight were balls.