That Moment When Your Hard Work Pays Off

So I think my career is over, and I move on that summer to a data entry job as an intern at a financial institution in downtown Milwaukee. After one day there, I said, this is going to be the worst summer of my life. I get home that night after one day, crying because, one, my baseball career is over. Two, I am commiserating on how long this summer is going to be, and I'll never forget. I remember grabbing a Miller Light out of my refrigerator, my apartment. I sit down on the recliner and I look to my right and there's a flashing light on my answering machine. Yes, I did say answering machine. And I hit the button and the words on the machine are words I will never forget. It was my pitching coach from UWM, Todd Froharth, who said, Andy Throw call Harvey Keen Jr right away. The brewers want to sign you to a free agent contract. On a Monday, I was relegated to a bullpen of a financial institution to insert data entry for eight hours a day. By that Friday, I was in the bullpen for the Helena brewers, wearing number 21.