No one can tell me I can’t play ball — that was something he always told himself when he faced doubt. Swearing by that statement, he’d earned his spot as a starter with the Spartans in his senior year. Nothing was going to stop him from ending up where he believed he was supposed to be. Raised in a family of deep faith, he felt his path was predetermined. He was going get there — someway, somehow — even if it meant returning to the baseball diamond he’d played on as a boy to charge up and down the bleachers with weights on his ankles, to run drills in the field between cones he carried there himself.