Rosell Herrera sat in the back of a car driving up Interstate 71 to Cincinnati, Ohio.
He didn’t know the driver. He didn’t recognize the landscape. He barely had a clue what his future held.
But he did know this: The Reds needed him at Great American Ball Park the afternoon of April 26. After nearly a decade in the minors, his major-league debut awaited him some 100 miles from Louisville, Ky. All that stood in the way was this $200 Uber ride.
In more ways than one, the journey was long. Wrist injuries, a position switch and a change of organizations waylaid the dreams he conjured as a kid growing up in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic.