I Was a Skinny, Scrawny 15 Year Old Boy

When i got to miami, i was about eight and a half, nine years old. And thank god for the boys and girls club, cause my father left when i was around ten. At that time, my mam then had to take on two jobs. So when i got to westminster, one of the reasons why i went there i wanted an opportunity to play baseball. But you knew you were a pretty good baseball player. I knew i was good, but not great. When i got there, i was 15 and deftly not a finished product.