1998. The summer after my sophomore year in college. I tried to make the most of my college summers, knowing that life and responsibility would soon catch up to me. I already wrote about ’97 – my summer without baseball in Yellowstone. I already had plans to stay at school in ’99 to do an undergrad research project. I knew my parents would disown me if I didn’t spend the summer of ’98 at home. Plus, there was this girl that I was chasing.
So, I moved into my parent’s basement in Springfield, MO, and started job hunting.