Throughout the existence of organised baseball, teams and players have been haunted by dreams of celebrity's status and timeless existence and perpetuation have always been in the mind of a sportsman. I would be a sinner if I were to deny that such a thought never crossed my mind. Having said that it is sometimes very easy to forget that baseball it's just a game, which, for good or ill, involves a competition, the facing off between two teams in a battle to the final inning. It is also about a spell, which has brought people from different walk of life together in attachment with the sport. From my own point of view, it is not that simple to explain the reasoning behind my extreme zest for baseball but I can unreservedly tell you that the power of words is not sufficient to weigh the passion that my affection for the game carries. And so I ask myself, not once but endlessly, would my achievements in the game echo across the centuries and would the new generation of players, would they hear my name after I am long gone and wonder who I was, how pluckily and competitively I played; hard but fair my bearing was and I never failed to give my very best in every game. A game or two was won or lost, a slippery plank at times I walked but no force ever conquered my competitive spirit and my flagstaff was always flying my corsairs’ flag as I wandered the innings in search of outs and runs as plunder for my team's cause.

 P.Figueras