A retired MLB pitcher finds love and redemption via a hurled can of humble soup. Refusing to obey signals cost him his career, once—but this time—a beanball is exactly what's called for, and the signs all make sense. Making a hero often requires a "zero" to balance the equation.Seeing life from both sides of the fence, the protagonist reconciles his past, finds humility, and creates a new beginning. This story isn't about about baseball, though it makes significant commentary on contemporary status, thereof, and incisively nails what's wrong with the sport...where greed has driven it awry. This narrative is primarily about what's truly important in life—what's solidly pure and what's vacuously hollow—what's important when looming largely in front of us, but insignificant in the rear-view mirror with distance applied. Dreams and aspirations loudy drive us when young, while wisdom softly chuckles from the quiet perch of maturity. Each has its time and purpose.