Ginny Baker’s life has been filled with “almosts.”
She almost didn’t make it to the majors, that’s the biggest one. She almost couldn’t handle the heat, and her own almost wasn’t hot enough. She almost quit a million times before she took the mound at Petco that first night. She almost never got called up. Hell, she almost died in a car accident.
The invisible weight that hangs heavy around her neck every time she’s given an accolade or put on a pedestal is the knowledge that her father almost got to witness his lifelong dream. It became her dream by default, she almost doesn’t know what to wish for anymore.