Dear future me, Hello future me, what a wild thought this is, writing a letter to myself in twenty years. I have no idea where you are, what you're doing, or how anything has played out for you but man, I really hope life is sick. I hope you end up doing everything that you wanted to do and more. At our age right now, we have no idea what we want to do. We just stopped playing baseball and I'm currently writing this from Hiba's bedroom in Pittsburgh when we went for Valentine's Day this year. If you are married, I really hope it is to her. We are sitting here, only three months into our relationship, and this is the happiest I have ever been. I'm also wondering if you're still like me in any way. I wonder if twenty two year old me still lives inside of 42 year old me a little. I hope that we are working in baseball, maybe a coach, but hopefully some sick front office job that makes us a ton of money. I know that life hasn't always been easy for us but I ho...