By Jason P. Reed
Stepping into the batter’s box at Bengal park had a way of transporting Colton Lacomb to Little League in Lake Charles, Louisiana, where he first made a name for himself. Never mind that he was a 21 year old freshman. And never mind that the pitchers he faced clocked in the high 80s, or that Colton had only been out of jail for going on four months. Everything was exactly as it always had been. Nothing mattered but the ball in the pitcher’s hand. His ball. The ball he was about to slap into left field to kick off the bottom of the first inning.
He had only been with the team a few weeks when Coach started saying “when Colton goes, we all go.” And that made him feel good, proud of his role on one of the most successful but still obscure junior college…
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