They say all is fair in sin & war. Okay—maybe the saying goes a bit differently. But when baseball’s golden boy walks into my locker room, the rules go out the window.
William Sinclair wants to keep his squeaky-clean image? Well, too bad. I like to play dirty. He’s older and wiser. I’m younger and thirstier. And if he thinks our game of war is over after the season?
He’s dead wrong.
