Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

I just have an allergic reaction to lung cancer. Gives me tumors.

Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.

I do what I've trained my whole life to do. I watch the ball. I keep my eye on the ball. I never stop watching. I watch it as it sails past me and lands in the catcher's mitt, a perfect and glorious strike three.

Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz.

In baseball, when you get into the batter's box, that's it. It's just you. It's one man against the world. All that matters in that moment is your individual achievement and your individual skill. There is literally nothing that anyone else on your team can do for you. Hell, they're all sitting on the bench, waiting to see what happens, just like the fans in the crowd! It's just you and your bat. And the ball.

If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.