With them deciding to stay, we went to the hotel together after dinner, getting two different rooms. I sent a few texts out to those who needed to know about my whereabouts.
The manager called me as soon as he saw my text. Never mind that it was late and he should be going to sleep. "What's going on Patterson? Are you coming back tomorrow or not?"
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "I might need another day. I don't know. I should be done by noon and back by two, so theoretically I should make it to the game tomorrow, but I'll be honest Coach. I'm not in a good place."
"Take care of yourself, Patterson." He told me right away. "Family first. Then baseball. I want you in your best mental state. You coming back to us and not having your head in the game will kill us and your chances at mvp. Just keep me in the know."
"I will." I felt a little better knowing that the manager was on my side.
