I’ve been watching my uncle play, out in the streets in the Dominican Republic since I was 3 years old that’s when I realized the love I had For the game, I love the game so much that even though I couldn’t afford to pay to play in a league I was out in the streets playing with a stick and old socks when I finally afforded to pay for a league and when I stepped on the field instantly I knew that I belonged there and since that day I work hard everyday to get to the level where I want to get I always want to work more and I’m always willing to train harder to play to the next level and reach the max of my potentials.
I'm never tired, I can always play more or even keep practicing, i would live on a baseball field if it was up to me, also if it was up to me i would practice everyday, when my team needs me i will give it my all even if i'm injured i won't care the most important thing for me is to win and compete and if we lose i would only be satisfied if i leave everything on the field.I just don't leave my sweat on the field but i leave my heart and all my feelings in that field, the field is the only scape i have from the world i can be going through a lot of stuff and my head can be full of problems but when i get in that field i find peace and i can rest my mind because i'm doing what i love the most.