
Seattle, Forever
Julio Rodríguez pens a letter to Seattle Mariners fans: “When you find something good? Something you love? Hold on to it. Don’t let it go.”
The Prince of New York
In pinstripes, Jazz Chisholm Jr. found his joy in baseball again. He’s ready to become a New York legend in his own way with the Yankees.
I Mean No Harm, I Swear
This is Ronald Acuña Jr.: “It’s the story of my life and how I came to be an Atlanta Brave — the hometown that I love, my path to the majors, the ups and downs, the dark times that I have faced. The things reporters never ask me about.”
Visual Stories
Why the Black Girl Hockey Club Matters
From the time I started playing on organized teams at six or seven years old, I felt like I didn’t belong.
For My Brother, the Immortal Jimmy Hayes
Two years ago, Jimmy Hayes passed away. His brother, Kevin, wrote this for him: “You were the best. You were everybody’s hero. We will never stop telling your story.”
There Will Be Blood
I saw the blood on the ice, but I didn’t know the right side of my face was caved in.
I Want to Remember Everything
Mikaela Shiffrin on losing her dad and the real nature of grief: “Some days, it’s so hard to put one foot in front of the other. That’s grief. That’s being a human.”
This Is For Katie
Naomi Girma pens a letter to Katie Meyer: “There are friends, and then there are true friends. Katie Meyer was a true friend, in every sense of the word.”
Fever
Kelsey Mitchell opens up about losing her father, finding strength in her Fever family, and the WNBA season that changed everything: “This was one of the hardest seasons I’ve ever been through.”
Letter to My Younger Self
Derek Jeter pens a letter to his younger self: “You’re going to live out your wildest dreams. You’ll be a Yankee. A champion. Even a Hall of Famer.”
Letter to My Younger Self
Tarik Cohen pens a letter to his younger self: “It’s almost like, for you, nothing can just be easy and work out and make everyone happy.”
Letter to My Younger Self
“It’s 1991, you’re 35-and-a-half years old, you have two bad knees and seven months left on your contract…you’re going to become a professional wrestler.”