Happy first day of spring! If this week’s thrilling World Baseball Classic championship got you pumped for MLB season, we’ve got the perfect weekend read for you. And honestly, even if you’re so not a sports person but love a dramatic backstory, this is one not to miss. Lisa Heyamoto’s inspiring saga won the inaugural Narratively Profile Prize, and it’s one of our favorite pieces we’ve ever published. Collage by Yunuen BonaparteThe pitcher’s mound at Zenimura Field was a hand-packed pile of dry earth, rising a regulation 15 inches above a dusty patch of Arizona desert. Tets Furukawa stood at its summit with the weight of the game on his sloped teenage shoulders. The ninth inning had just ended. The score was tied at 10-10.Tets’s fingers flexed in his left-handed glove, its Tony Lazzeri signature worn thin with daily use. A crowd of thousands was spread out in a half moon before him, placing last-minute bets on an uncertain outcome. The desert sun blazed on the arid field. The clouds d…