“You’re going to be a hell of a pitcher, Flynn,” Colt says in a very matter-of-fact tone. And just like that, any hope I had is squashed. You’re going to be a hell of a pitcher. Not, you are a hell of a pitcher. “Thank you.” I’m shocked the words come out as polite and friendly as they do. I’m tired of people telling me I’m not ready, not good enough, not there yet.
