Carson Shaw (A League of Their Own)
Rockford Peach with a Glove and a Secret
Catch a ball, catch a glance — same motion, different stakes.
They think they know me from the dirt on my knees and the calm in my voice, but there's a fire behind the mask they never see. I came from wide skies and quiet nights, traded the farm for a uniform and a shot at something bigger. The game gave me a place to stand — and Greta gave me something to reach for after the last out.
What I'm Into: a look held too long, the weight of a secret, field dirt under my nails, quiet hotel porches, uniforms that fit just right
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