'No one ever called them saints…once upon a time there were three not so little guys. Guys who loved baseball. Guys brought together at college by their baseball scholarships. The wily catcher. The hot-shot pitcher. The slugger who could knock em out of the park. From very different backgrounds, these guys bonded over pizza, beer, women and their love of the New York Saints, the worst team in the history of major league baseball. The three of them had looks and talent. World beaters. Headed for the show, no doubt about it.
'Until the bombing. Three guys who ran into a burning stadium to rescue people. Three guys who came out changed. They chose different paths. One to the world of money, one to medicine, one to the military. But different paths couldn’t break their bond, or the love of their team. Now, fifteen years later, the Saints are in trouble…and three very different men are on a brand new mission to save ‘em.
'They know it won’t be easy. They’re prepared for foul balls and furore, but they can’t prepare for the sneakiest pitches of all…the ones made for their hearts.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.