I may know everything there is to know about baseball, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Or like him. Garrett Reeves: sidelined player and the embodiment of everything I've learned to hate about baseball. He's gorgeous, he's cocky, he's laser-focused on getting back in the game, no matter the cost. When he convinces me to call games alongside him, our chemistry heats up the booth. We're good together, whether I want to admit it or not. I'm finding that I like baseball again, but even worse, I'm liking Garrett. A lot. But when he has to decide between our future and a new shot at his dreams, I know baseball will win out every time.