I’m not in the right headspace for the game today. I barely slept last night; Mom, her procedure, and the possible outcomes haunted my every thought. I’ve just gone through the motions this morning. The cell phone in my back pocket feels like a scalding, hot anvil. Mom’s surgery is heavy on my mind as I wait for the call to tell me how the procedure went. My coach and teammates all stare at me from a distance. They worry about my ability to pitch today while all I worry about is my ...