Past midnight, still in full uniform, Bubba Starling sat in the batting cages, clutching his cell phone and texting his parents that he wanted to give it all up. No more baseball.
His parents kept asking him to call, but he kept tapping out responses on the screen. He couldn’t take it. The failure. The pressure. Forget it. Maybe he’d play football. Maybe he’d do something else. But this? This wasn’t working. Finally, he called.
A mother can tell so much just by hearing her son’s voice.
“He was pretty much at rock bottom,” Deb Starling said.