Gil Velazquez picked up his phone, ready to make the call that for years he had resisted. Velazquez still loved playing baseball, but life in the minor leagues, season after season, had grown difficult. The hours and days away from his wife, Claudia, strained their relationship. He worried about money. "Maybe it's time to go home, get ... (Full article: 657 words)

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