I have one simple rule: don't date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds. "What if-"
No.
"Could he-"
Nuh-uh. With a brother in the league, I've seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they're in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane...