“I felt most out of place on the bus. Imagine these Greyhound-style buses. Carpet seating with cigarette holes and old gum stuck on them. Broken armrests, missing headrests, and non-existent A/C. Massive windows that were dangerously unsealed. They would open and flap like an uncaged bird as we flew down the freeway. And the smells. Smells that come to mind: smoke, urine, feces, ammonia… How, why?”
A veteran baseball player who just finished his 16th season writes about the beginnings. I love Joey Votto, he's a character in the sport, a talkative first basemen who loves to joke around and now he's revealed he's a good writer as well. Hopefully he writes more.