Thad
Failing to make it in pro ball left me absolutely devastated. Baseball has been my life, my dream, but it's time to move on.
Becoming a sports agent was always my back-up plan, and now that I'm interning at the biggest queer-focused firm in the country, I'm doing my best not to let my bitterness toward baseball affect my future.
That's really difficult when I'm assigned to babysit Kelley Afton, hotshot rookie pitcher for Philly. He has everything I ever wanted, and he doesn't even appreciate it. I didn't become an agent so I could soothe the ego of diva athletes.
His constant need for validation from others frustrates me to no end, but that's probably a good thing. Because if he didn't have that, I'd find him irresistibly my type.
Attraction could lead to crossing lines which would put my position at King Sports in jeopardy, and I can't have that.
I don't have a backup for my backup plan.
